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Than be a fucking blessing, yuh

If these dreams don't work out that's a shame
I'll be waiting by the planter
As it fills with rain
Forever I'm viewed in

'm bad cause I
Know that I can -
I ain't gotta reason to fear
It if it's a man
Forty five in my left hand, and F
- M in my right hand
Three fifty seven in

with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it

fuck wit many men
No 50 cent
But im really bout my dollars
Man im really bout my Benz
And if I aint got then I swear its coming in
Yeah if I aint got it

(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see

a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many

at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not

Aye man communication is key

And she complaining bout communication
I'm really focused on this bag
I'm trying to elevate
If you can't understand

to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas

…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now

myself I'll be fine turned a DUI into a homicide
How the fuck he survive it was like two days he should've died
If the pigs catch me man I'll probably be

two stepping with me I just wanna see her grind
I cant help but notice, got me hella focused
I'm tryna stay at eyes but damn that poking
Thinking if she

You can tell by my stat line
Can't be around you
If you got bad vibes
Imma cool cat
Man it feel like
I got 9 lives
Vision got clear
I can see it now

here who really cherish they dividends the whips they in
The dawgs they tote
50 Cent I know Many Men
Who forever trapped in the mindset of the matrix

Dog Beats

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I

cnd control me

She really rolled me 
I compose me 
For the homies
So will it mold me 
Or disown me 
Is he coldly

Giving 50 cent 
So just imagine if

Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq

streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap 
Fuck that friendly shit don't know you nigga 
Trust me you can't get no cap 
Claiming y'all smoking exotic

money by Monday ain't got no time for waiting
Puttin down like 50 cent I been power trippin maybe
These hoe ass niggas be selling dreams
Had the same

Crybaby

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

do fifty eight shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it

on the radio
Tell me when you're going to the mall
I'm trying to spend it bro

Yeah guess they right
Never should've gave niggas money
Got fat 'cause there

am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out

What it’s like to be a gangsta
Listening to 50 cent I can’t be wanksta 
Momma imma gangsta momma imma gangsta 
If I go tonight then imma be Angel 
I

I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races