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bitches playing with
Herself she tryna get off
I put it by myself who gon'
Be there if my shit fall
Nobody be there when a nigga on his dick dawg
Stay down

I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?

Hate

I'm spitting
If you ain't a freak you not for me
I got bitches stalking me
Bring her to the loft she topping me
I don't answer the phone they calling me

can't say shit
Cos I Didn't fucking mumble it
I'm inspired by greats
You inspired by fakes
You tryna flex like you on it
But you ain't got what it takes

Live My Life

Ja Rule

God's Favorite [Clean]

2002

(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that)
We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
(Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight)
We gon' be

of bitches
Think they could've made it this far

You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky

(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Free the guys
He know judges just ain't listen he might get some time
I just hit two-fifty for the lawyer, gotta seek a bond
I pray

niggas when they give you that deal
Don't be thinking you got some money that's your last big meal
U ain't ever seeing a cent again that Shìt be weird I'm

cause I'll run away with that shit
Ain't no pressure on no cash, if you owe me I empty the mag (boom, boom, boom)
It can be for fifty-cent it's

do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)

Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay

and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain

Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t

shows, I ain't have shit, we was sharin' clothes
Them type niggas that she like, don't even compare to those
Keep my bitches like my forces, I keep me two

a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they

50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit

Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

Ain't nobody fit to do shit important
People really don't give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealin' around with the wrong

see through the black tints
Amg rims a middy each
More then half they rent
They riding in they bitches shit
Them numbers anit making cents
How the fuck

Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents 

They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz, fuck them mofuckas' it don't

I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going

with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here

round here [x5]

bitches
No one loved me when I wasn't counting 150s
You wasn't rockin with me rockin shirts a dollar 50
Now I'm up wearing shit that cost your rent plus

that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men

the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking

If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my

with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit