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the heat (oops wait) I forgot the mercy
Keep hustling like my name was Nipsey no limitations like my name was 50
If I was baseball team I'd be the Yankees

really it wasn’t no fixing it
Bank account read 50 cents
Die trying, or he getting rich
Why cry? Ain’t no innocence
He robbin’ you if you got shrimp ‘n

startin' to think that you gay, like 50 Cent, cause you wanted by many men
You a gangbanger with a country accent, you a country boy or a city kid
When I see

tubbie im at da loft on da top floor u know im wit da gang dem my vatos dey gone go wherever i go and dey down to knock meat out ya taco we push up 50 deep

over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black

Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know

think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah

I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys

protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name cause nigga I get around

me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm

a millionaire
Then move from millions I'll be a billionaire
Everything is possible I believe in impossible
Would you tell 50 cent is coming from the street
Would

know how much a scale would cost. You know, 50 bucks, 80 bucks, $6 and 99 cents, $6.99. And go, even if it's off by 30 pounds. Who cares? 

I said for

21 Questions

Unwrapped

Hidden Beach Recordings Presents: Unwrapped, Vol. 4

2005

New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy

the kids back their charity

I could've easily killed and still
Bury me, I've been alive to try to die
Then look up in the alphabetical of a Generation Y

cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming

bro
Ideally love your cynic by my side
But to doubt me in front of kids
The shit that hurt my pride
Hard to accept but you'll sit and watch me roll in

I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when

the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink

of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents 
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids 
Petty like

Yeah' like Mr Windle
Shit, they tell me that I'm
Spitting like an old fool
These little kids think 50-Cent is old-school
They try to question my

50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty 
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
 I'm finger

the sauce and the thrill make the bill worse
One hitter hit me up saying can I ask you something quickly
He asked can I get your two cents? here's 50
Get rich

(drop, drop)

And look ever since I was a little king
And they said around 10 is when I first picked up the pen
My uncle showed me Jay-Z
Tupac, 50 Cent

Hood-Niggas in Unterhemd
Sticky eingeklemmt
Jeder straight so wie 50 Cent
Was für Führerschein? Ich fahr'
Noch mit dem BMX
Laber, was ich denke, leb' mein

Doesn't matter cos it's hard
Get that shit outta my face
You kids are a fucking disgrace
Stupidity written all over your face
Look now Picasso's turning in

you want, you gon' end up like 50 Cent
Like I'm goin' for trophies, I never back down from any challenge
Lookin' at my progress, I'm astonished, I been