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heaven-sent
Shawty celebrating her birthday and I'm feeling hella bent
Tryna get 'Rich or Die Trying,' just need more than 50 Cent
Wanna find me you can try me

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

from 50 Cent side, but we already knew how to rob
Mom tried to get the church to talk to me so I could stop
We used to walk to the park, now we spinning

ball, visuals in effect
Shorty has got it all, it's the hustle you respect
Can't get away if I'm trapped in a cycle that is
Driving me crazy like

Never Gonna Bounce (The Dream)

Mystikal

Mind of Mystikal

1996

they know?) They heard me on the radio 

buddah I set up. Where-he-at hittin' dead home 

if it wasn't bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in 

your

As I Reminisce

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

about the old days from what you can remember

As I reminisce back growin' up around my way
I can't help but think about the games we used to play
We

& got socked out
That bitch said that I'ma addict, poured my wock out
Bitch if you not tryna fuck, you can walk out
I got at least a hunnid twenties every

Fouling me so I'm a free throw
That word of truth no matter how it goes 
Don't play with me, I stay busy 
Go 100 You can ask 50cent
When I come around they

fronting they hard often 
Can't take criticism they bitching, hard scoffin 
Got my hand on the button like my name Steelo Brim 
If you got it then pump it

ever knew leave my side
Asking moms for 50cent just to get a icee
Hitting the block wit my guys everyday was dicey
I wonder if I got locked up would

(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 Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z, niggas know they can't tame me
I'm from New York, so you know that I'm poppin' it

And if we got beef, we ain't squashin' it
You

And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County

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

Cant do the fake shit
Not even with the family
Cross me once
I'ma cross you off
If you touch my niece
Let them hammers go off
Got bullet by the boxes

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

'm all up in the radio
Not long till I'm selling out stadiums
Ex girl, but I know she still play my songs
If you think I'm ever leaving then you'd be

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

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

separation start
Girl, this is tearing up my heart, you done broke down all of my guards
And for what? Just to break my heart again
Are you 50 cent, wanted by

Tell the truth I just don't care
Can't put fear in my heart 
If i don't fear 
Ile go matambo 
Tryna dunk here
You'll go next gear 
To the fifth gear 
Say

nigga I cant waste none of my time
I gotta hustle I gotta grind if you doubt me stay behind 
They won't see your tunnel vision don't you let em take your

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

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