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stomach growing by the day[00:59.83]And at this point it's like living with a live grenade[01:02.31]And there's a 90% chance you could die

Lionhearted now comes the lion paw coup d'etat Fee Fi Fo Fum Kunta Kinte on y'all
Like I'm Busta Rhymes on the dance floor as my rhymes galore
Wait till I paint

Hillside
Wayside and Crankn that's AliasTrio
Chop make him dance like he Ayo and Teo
Q piss they pants when I slide with my people
FIFTY CAL bullets this

can't refuse
With all these new jerseys around me feel like a Camden crew
When you are over your March madness save me a dance or two
No more sadness just

Ice Ice Baby

Unlinked Artist

Karaoke Funpack: The 90's, Vol. 1

2004

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like

from France
Was really hoping that you'd save me the last dance
But your ego so inflated that you floated out of your pants
While everybody else be

got you tapping your feet, dance to the beat
Hop up out your seat, I'm spitting treats
Like a vending machine, so grab your pennies and your cents
But

shit and you know it's a fact
I always am ready, no need to adapt
Aye
I gotta give 'em my two cents
Change on me, you a lose end
My shooters are clutch
I

the setting is
Countryside of Italy probably gon be next for him
I been reckless since G Unit and 50 cent in this
Nigga broke my heart when he told me that he

ain't[01:10.57]I go by clo, she wanna rock and I wanna roll[01:12.71]Bust it down with VVS, I don't really rock with gold[01:15.83]Man, he in and out that

Only spray it when I have a date
If there’s fishes in the sea
Must be bitches in the lake
Oh man niggas gotta chill
I got 50 on the bill
Last night

Turn Up 
By: Luvinnia Flowers


Yeah Bish
And itspunkinbitch

And we just turn up in this bish
And we just turn up in this bish
And we just turn up

The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)

played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she

round with a 50 clip
Make em flip like gymnastics
Baguettes on my wrist your diamond don't dance like this 
You're b*tch on my d*ck her as so fat i'm

Don't you wanna grab a bite to eat, I would but I can't, I got three dollars and fifteen cents
Well, choose anything that you wanna grab on The menu,

a fifty ball just off a cha-cha dance (ayy)
Who want the beef? I cut the meat (ha, ha)
Bon Appetit, glrrrd (glrrrd, phew, phew)
Who got the streets? (Ha,

Pick Yourself Up

Mikey General

Red, Green & Gold

2003

To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.

Nothing's impossible I have

my dances on vacation 
Add my two cents on a new verse more than two words that I'm saying 
I spit fire only cause I work til I'm tired 
You're a liar

50 stacks to diversify, I'm almost up a couple million B
My metaverse and we got the ye, jump from the line like Dr. J
Who need a bank, bitch, we

just hit for a fifty now we fucking off in the city
They know we get litty but these nigga envy so I keep a stick in the glizzy
Big dawg when I'm in it

kill me
I was beaten by Buster, killing you muthafuckas
King of the ring, when I gave one I shouldn't trust her
Thought I should, ignoring signs I hate

haunted by the homes we roam
Still living in the ifs outside the is and its we've only known
There's more inside the yesteryears and forks in roads we never

it makes cents (sense)
Couldn't get the record done built my own Studio  
Labels told me no It's bout to be they funeral 
Ole Time killin business