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ain't never seen blood stick to 8 Mile Aye we smokin' on that Reggie, not not Mill nigga You ain't never shot dots in the field nigga You ain't never been
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
Flip a quarter 50 cent Money at a checkpoint Transform to bitcoin Endless supply no endpoint See all this money standpoint Turn a 8th to a Q Half
nighttime blazing There's no better feeling or a scene to replace it Different time, past age outer space man V8 redline blastoff no brakestand And I'm off
options Scared of what I might find Scared to make the wrong move I just need the right sign Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying I can see it in
to the rear I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear This 50 cent in my pocket came from
through with the 22 #23 -I'm the Jumpman For 24 hours I've been drunk, man 25 cents used to get you a phone call Ran 26 miles and I kicked Through a stone
Ahaha yeah I miss the good old days Riding around listen ta Luda Listening to Redman Rapping bout buddha Eminem and Dr. Dre Snoop and Errybody 50 Cent was
me Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly) By the end of 5th grade more than
by 11 bout 400 briccas Hop on the freeway Throw that 50 cent in yeah Make that shit look good Ashley from the wood yeah Rental from Abdul Swear that
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest I'm Sia with
around I sing, trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents I'm a man of means by no means King of the road
murder, and got locked up in jail, And had to hang until your life was done, I wouldn't call it murder for inspection not a rope I'll be by your side
With something gorgeous Put highway miles on these bitches Like a tour bus Daddy Warbucks, without a born trust Diamonds all on this black gold Like
sh** is kinda crazy 8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f*** When my granddad died he was 88 He
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her.. Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
house with eight vowels You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your shitty house writing rap songs I use to run in niggas house with the mac on I guess
H Town bass Harlem Shake down, Cape Town Till the details of our escape down We was hungry but it's more than enough on the plate now 8 mile
stuck for so long to the steering wheel Seven out of ten Eight out of ten Nine out of ten Good shot Here's your 50 cents Good luck
best trade unions I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers Walked across two
one-fifty on 8 Mile My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now Problems, I don't let them kill me Clap one time if y'all feel me (bitch) Clap one time if
I'm in twenty fifty eight Hot as hell I might of did a tour in all fifty states I aint greedy but the gang wit me we need fifty plates And now these
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah) Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) G-Unit This rap shit plays
high, hands up high [VERSE 1: 50 CENT] You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga my mamma
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