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in my hood, I am not gon' bitch
Bitch said she wanna get some love, I gave her 50 cents
And I put my bitch on the yacht, if it pay the rent
I'm tryna

a Roxy
Street nigga grew up on Gotti, I rock Versaces (I rock Versaces)
City know I'm slimey, get 'em snaked by his partner (snaked by his nigga, yeah)

no tickin'
A ho won't go, oh my God, I just seen a UFO (ha)
Five hundred thousand for the car, fifty thou' for the coat
Hangin' with some Blood,

that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up

Rap Battles by Sarmad Rao

This is the Job Interview

LET'S GO!

Sir mujhay karna hai apply for this job
Aaya hun leke mein yahan pe high hopes
Hun

get 50, everybody know that I ain't no ho
Everybody know when I pull up, I'ma up the score, take yo ho

I'ma have to take that bag, you already know my

I'm the one more than D-Rose
Shoot us kinda often 'cause we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
That's why I made this off my name
I ain't in

what you're talking about

[Verse 1:]
I, step off into the party like a real O.G
Got a- bout 40 or 50 girls behind me
They all- must be waiting for my

watchin' the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen

yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with the 5-0
Main bitch and side ho, a combo
Took 'em to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Did it

got feet ho
All these motherfuckers playing games but not me no
Hundreds fall hun-hundreds fall, so much you can't see bro
Ain't you fuckin' lucky that

Dammi in fretta i soldi giusti
E vedrai come firmo a occhi chiusi
L'ha fatto 50 Cent quindi ricordate
Voi state chiusi in casa
Lui va a comprà le case
Ma

Um Yea

Cardi B

Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 1

2017

We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil'

make a dollar for my cries
I'm tryna make some cents for all for my children
When I had the benz, I had chameleon
When I had no friends, I had a meal

Gira la ruota, una trottola
Vedo la tua testa che rotola
Faccio step by step, tu rimani in back
Come la mia tuta la mia vita è black
Ho un piano di fuga

partito fra e rido (ahah) ho sentito il tuo pezzo, è ridicolo (skkrr) blockstar, si ma già da piccolo non hai un'etichetta ma un burattinaio, fra perchè fai

there (yeah)
I just hit that ho, I'm skatin' past niggas (I just hit that ho, I'm skatin' past niggas)
Treat 'em like Air 1s, this a different pair

Break a Bitch Til I Die

Tha Eastsidaz

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga
Fuck George

that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up

situation if the ho got some ass Imma have to holler
Couple thousand on me walkin' through the mall I'm at Genesee Valley
I can tell by just lookin'

Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot

Girly lift that skirt so I can peep on where that strange is
Don’t you even try to hang on me if you is not a ho
And if you are like Mrs. Doubtfire, I’m

resident. 

Mi accusano di fare uso di tren, 

Cazzo manco fossi grosso come 50cent. 

Scrivo all’infinito perché ne ho bisogno, 

Il mio futuro lo vedo come

sh*t plotting to get rich 
Feel like 50 cent but ain't dying to get rich 
My name should be grocery store Im bringing that chicken in ( yeah ) 
Bringing