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so we spent and spin
Pray to God every night for my Sinny Sins
50 Cent, they want my top, they came with many men
They came with many boys, they came

together we made it
我背着一
书包现金去买车
I cop a car with cash full of my backpack
后
视镜的自己像是
50 Cent
一
样的笑着
I am smiling like 50 Cent in the mirror
给我支笔我甚至都不需要纸
就能

want babies with you
Stay freezed like a clean baby biscuit
See I hesitate when I see
You talking with many men
I ain't 50 cent but I'd take 9 shots for

found no drought big drip Gucci gown
If you wanna talk bout me again
I'm like fifty cent because bullets will hit many men
I took a shot and swished

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

Bape
Just to view the body slumped in his state
Yo, my opps took so many friends from me
I got more hate for them
Niggas than Ted Bundy drama on my mind

that money what i want, since a lil shorty tryna get it in
Used to be inside the store with 50 cent surrounding many men
Screaming KMT thats what im

and he gon' give me his
Been terrorizing shit since 50 cent, was singing many men

Give a nigga whole roster problems when I'm in the field
They ask for

reason, I feel like 50 cuz I don't fuck with many men
You fool me once can't fool me again, we ain't talking money can't comprehend
I'm Praying all my

cobras
I know a body just by the aroma
When I turn fifty I'ma be a pimp
Shit down bad so niggas gettin' skimped
It ain't no talkin', bussin' off the rip

One Blood Under W

Wu-Tang Clan

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1

2004

as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not

as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not

me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no

got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent 
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough

(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you

try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between

life grind
I am blessed to see an age when many men perished
If not, they sitting in a cell like are they truly cherished
Get rich or die tryin, not

thirsty, they quench (quench)
Fuck love, triple x
Feeling Drizzy, I'm upset (upset)
Wishing death, many men
Get rich, fifty cent (cent)
Seven to five, that's

to the grave where you noticed I was gay uh huh, uh huh

An ice cream truck
Drives my way by
Popsickle sticks for 50 cents man
My mouth is blue
I lost my keys

it's not too late to go repent
Put my pain inside this music's where my feelings went
Many men wish death on me i feel like 50 Cent
Just give me the loot

he'd found
and he said I will make here my own piece of ground

Now the land was inhabited so I've heard say
by little men who painted on the rock face

fifty brothers for my many men
These streets, they prepared a nigga for everything
Everything I ever wanted in my life
I hustle and I grind it up,

listening
Vampire ghost writers
That's some spooky sentencin
Many men wanna still kill me like i'm 50 cent
Many men jealous of all the great things i did
I