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we had to

On Gates Avenue 

Riding round tryna put - in a Bag too

Baby mama yelling I was in and out the hood

I was on parole, I was new

Tony Yayo Explosion

G-Unit

50 Cent Is the Future

2001

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause

Gang shit we ain't tryna exchange shit
Get some sloppy toppy from my main bitch
If it wasn't for me if it wasn't for me You'd be in the hood you'd be

Hell Rell:
Okay, I'm all about my money bitch
Hell Rell, I'm all about my money

Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Yo, blow money in large amounts
Niggaz hate when

a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night

my rhymes 

I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it 
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling

brudda, my brudda, my brudda
You ain't never had to go half on 50 cent cakes
He ain't never slept in the same bed from head to toe but opposite ways
Now I

broke niggas
50 bands worth of dope, nigga
It's that easy

I done trapped it out in them tranches with it on me every night
We could squabble up back

Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
Hmm, you

Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
Hmm, you

swear she nicer than her face is
Nigga like me ain't got no time for Talkin
So what that mouf do besides try to be my best friend
In the morning I’ma hit

The Boss

Rick Ross

Trilla [Clean]

2008

a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm

wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

(2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga

lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent, i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in

Clarkes Crossing raised - steady sellin Lemonade
50 cents a cup plus cookies from the Kitchen-Aid
Swimmin like Mixhael in the cash flowin by us

50 cent get the strap cuz my backwood full of that power 
On my way to my first shoot out me and Michigan was in that Pontiac bumping twin towers 
Ever

over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies
Feel me ain't no way in hell that
I'm a do this yearly so I'm a start it off
By

in the hood
Everything is like a war so my soldiers ... protecting the hood
And we getting the green like we should

We drift deeper, life goes on,
we

end hated on by many men
And I need a G for a unit like I'm 50 Cent
Double up for the rent make it triple cop the bent
Nigga talking about he play wit

Rolex (we're trappin')
Don't come to the hood with your skeleton
With no Remington, you gon' end up boneless
Produce my flick knife and get some

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

again and that's curtains
For life as D12, no ice and Spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my

Prices on My Head

Young Buck

Straight Outta Ca$hville [Clean]

2004

Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many

50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man

Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games

doot doot doo
Speedholes in ya hood
Transparent everyone can see through you
Throw hands like Chuchu
Toriyama bars still Dr. Slump you
Fifty Cal no two