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Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin

Everywhere I look, all I is see crooked faces
Is this what it like felt before Picasso painted
Covid, Sherlock Holmes, we got too many cases
Death is

get squashed like a bug
No longer a nerd but intelligence stuck, with me thru thick and thin
While they wished death on me, many men, like 50 cent

at the thought of many men wishing death upon kin
I wanna meet him, I believe in timing that's divine
Cloud number 9 when's that appointment of mine
The silver,

Teaching love of a nation
Defined by a flag
With 50
Five point stars
In a rectangular configuration
While TV stations
Mold the minds
Of men and women

good head and I like that about her
Young nash the retarded fool
I used to bring my pillow to the fucking high school
Call me 50 cuz I'm hated by many

carrying guns no targets 
Many men clip hold 50 no Marcus
Started off fly as shit plane chartered 
Now that nigga fresh to death dope coffin
Uh huh

Really

to a band that's a money flip
Yea my choppa Jackie Chan, hit that boy kick flip
Tired of acting like I'm" in " I don't wanna fit
Choppa killing many men feel

tucked I'm in her guts
I love me a trippy bitch
She all into hippy stuff
Universe inside my hands
I'm building utopia
My potential infinite
I wish death

can't hear, what you saying, why you goin' Iggy on me? (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets, bands, choppa from Afghanistan
50 Cent said it best
Many men wishing death

Well, none of this is new to me
My head is fucking killing me, I think I'd rather be
Asleep, to death, my bedroom is my hospice
I wish I left, I

know what it is, I know that it's grief
I cannot hate its something I don't need
I can feel anger I know where it leads
I can't wish death cos it messes

Many Men by 50 Cent
You owe me money I'm petty like Curtis pay your rent
I swear these Niggas stunt for the gram but pockets be on lint
No Air Up There

fuc wit me 
Catch u in the penitentiary 
And give u a buc 50 

Niggas playing with my name 
but I guess they all must gotta
Death wish 

Bullets come

my two cents, it's stupid
They try to tell me I'm ruthless
'Cause I respond back to all the rudeness you spit, it's abusive
I never claimed to be

in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I

innocent
I don't give a fuck if they did the shit
I don't got no opps
Just many men witnessing
Me get the profit I think that they envy it
He get the strap

Like 50 cent you be fucking on many men
After my baby momma I ain't found love again
Post my new chick on my ig rubb it in
Cause I know that my ex bitch

was a looker
Thought only daddy was worth having
Was a daddy of sugar
So she believed in many men
Like 50 Cent
Went to grandma to vent
But she keep

Sticking two cents in
Tablets from Nephalem

Brandish your darts
Your language still 48 short of many men
Migrating some aliens
Israeli genocidal cleanse

a glance
Through my eyes
And you'll see all the times
They tried to break the man
Breakin down these pussies my myself
I don't need many man
50 cents is all

and death if I so wish
The patriarchy shall serve me on a silver dish
The fetus has no soul if I say it be
My will shall be done bend thy knee
Ain't ready

You are my lady, when you cry, I wish you satisfied
Daddy, we bout to be rich, baby
I love you to the ground, drop me down, I need you to the sky
I

who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many