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What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls,
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all

And for goin' to the store, fifty cents
An' playin' with little brother while you went shoppin', twenty-five cents.

Takin' out the trash, one dollar

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

the stove watch it boil away
50 or mo' river to a lake
Playin my shoes baby not okay
Not in the mood I rather walk away
Not even rude I tell what I think

I’m high asl and my fit reeking
Boss nigga buy a big ass ring to put on my pinky

It’s hard to be right by my side cause of the pink fifties

My right

Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool
Every red cent that he spent need to be paid
Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave
See he

Times in vegas i feel like im stunna
You fail in real life and the streets boy i swear you a flunky

Bullets with angels i swear you get heaven sent
You

at the same time, they turn stranger (real rear, brrrrr)
I listen to 50 cent, Lil Nas X and Snoop Dogg (dogg)
JID, Dr Dre and 2Pac (pac)
But the one that I

done know)
Shit I got you, just stand behind me, so nobody talk to you
I talked to my home boy, and then real quick
We kicked in the front door,

Oh Lord, have mercy, mercy, mercy
Rude gyal like to party, party, party
Dem all of dem sexy, sexy, sexy
Watch them just to follow me, follow me,

If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All

Imma real nigga keep it true I can't go out sad
I be on the east politicing its about that bag
Lookin at this cute red bone wit the fattest ass
And I

Dead Presidents

Master P

Legal Dope

1995

California where us youngstas slang that cocaine 

and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up 

to tens  twenties  fifties  and hundreds

an eagle
Throwin' bullets before Donovan
I had real white boys on Smack before Solomon
I was sendin' Hollows through
Glass before Jonathan
Now if you so

Hurt

Busta Rhymes

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

And I don't miss cause I'm focused

[Bridge x2]

[Chorus]

Boy you might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
P**** n*****

Roots in Stereo

P.O.D.

Testify

2006

Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
And watch the whole world lie down.
We generals in the streets they

the half of it
When I look back at it I had to laugh at it like 50 Cent when he did that magic stick song
Back in the day that was funny cause he was

fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me

You sent on dat mission
He tried to run down
Got popped like he 50. Cent
U say Suwhoop
I say nigga what's brimmin
Dis real life shit
Dis dat 36 business

Uh yea, Uh yea
Yea aaa
You know Skate Slide It

Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea
This money keep coming in, In love with this
I can't let this

popped like he 50. Cent
U say Suwhoop
I say nigga what's brimmin
Dis real life shit
Dis dat 36 business

Joc just dropped another nigga
Dropped em at da

up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain

mean 50s
Stay plugged in then I throw in midis
Lyrics in my brain thrown in quickly
Second by second quota up with ease
Roll, write up blaze like a drive

I been tryna make the whole damn city lit
I gotta play it like the boy ain't an idiot
They might me shoot me 9 times like I'm 50 cent
But ima keep