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the same old shhhh

And while ya high you don't truly know why

You spent your cash so that you can buy

Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)

A fifty cent

Yeah, got my nigga pack, we roll up different strands

We roll up different mans like many men, we feel like 50 Cent
But niggas not making no chump change

The Watchers

B.o.B

Music for the Lost Generation

2012

Tellin y'all, we holding evil hand signs bruh
Last time I checked I'm from the eastside bruh
So do your research and make ya own mind up
'Cause us

Apologize

Kanye West

Freshmen Adjustment

2005

though, man that hurt yo
But I got work though, and I'm at work yo
And she don't call a lot
And when she do she pouring out her heart
You never listen

on the Porsche though
Double G's, LV's, man on the horse, low
Rhino bullets all up in your torso
Everything's by force
Nothing's by choice though
Bars is homicide,

Captain Coffee Bean
He's a Good Guy
Drinking good and plenty 
What a scene what a scene
Drunk by ten am
He's a jug head
Mad Dog twenty twenty
Matcha Man

a house flip
Or turn A half a o into a bird and do a magic trick
I ain't 50 cent but I got keep a magic stick
That'll make a nigga disapear soon as I clap

the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my

got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it I could do the shit too
But you not 50, he

, then?"
Fucked ya hoe, she switched sides
Knew i was a man then
Every time you took her out
Said you gettin yo check late
You and her go 50/50
And that be

ass niggas
I Hit up blue flame it's 50s and mad dubs
Ducked off cause these pussies out it′s mad cubs
They was rocking "I just do me" in mad clubs
Still

The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you

I am not Fifty Cent
Brand new PS5 but can't pay yo rent
You reach in yo pockets and pull out lint
I'm talking bout how yo money is spent
If you are

I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic

The evil one staying alive,
To struggle and face the consequences
In thrown of a sin
Atone their crimes
While dead man is flying free

No rain, no

vår med many men som 50 cent
Vi e eminent,
EscoBars spytter flammer, du blir brent
(100 prosent)
1,2,3
Alle jentene e med,
4,5,6
Disse chicksa stacker

Intro: Method Man

Spark that shit up
and lets fly
Oh my people
Heyyy Ohhhh
Ahhhh Hooooo
Eiiii Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a hoodlum
A dick

of 60th, and on to 5th
Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks
Drop it on the hood, by some scandalous crips
Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip
30

50 Cent:

I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking

Bitches givin' half-ass vibes, so when she text, I won't reply to it

Fuck the mad, they be on dick, to see this shit, don't need two eyes
Slide  by

reality
Mad at the world
Cuz I think the world is mad at me
Sorry I ain't the man you want me to be
Just the man I had to be
Gotta keep it G till the day

running like a bad man
They say that I’m crazy but I’m not
I am a mad man
Mad man
I’m a fucking mad man
(Yeah, ey) I’m a mad man with the no bands
Making no

and expose
The pussy type motherfucker takes my money and ghost
And tries to justify by writing names in a post

I ain't mad about a dollar, man I'm mad about

(Evil, evil ty-)
(Evil ty-)

George felt awful, he kept the man up again

"Okay George, I'm going on my run"

"Maybe after a cup of tea"