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of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for

we submit
Won't allow it
Gave my two Cents
And even if I knew fifty I'd still be lacking the power
Ghost, gone, vanished, non-existent
But back

pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in

the price for all the things I tried to let you leave behind
Made a 5 off 50 cents made living hell feel like Dubai
She so damn fine I couldn't tell if it was

it
Say you a boss nigga what the business?
Say you a boss if really get it
Hundreds and fifties, fifties and hundreds
Commas on commas on commas

Pop smoke was filmed by some of
The biggest names in the
Bussiness like Nicki Minaj and 50
Cent it's murder has

Bunların sonları belli
Ölüp giderler

rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In

week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

then you don't know, dat's dat
Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)

getting to the bag
They ain't got 50 cent for the ice cream man. I'm talking about just watch out for them suckers dog
All that silly shit. No, I'm saying

a glamorous place, the grand title so bold
They'd pay a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul

Your reality poisoned, what they want you

The few little pesos that I had, exactly fifty nine with thirty cents.

Don’t go to work, the streets will be patrolled
Don’t touch your loved ones, don’t

an hour,
A dollar fifty per week…

The steel mill workers
In Pennsylvania,
Killed by the Pinkertons...
Winchester rifles,
And bosses blessings
In eighteen

Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster

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[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom

they sitting in
Slide down to your crib
Then kill yo bitch and say I'm innocent
Wanted dead by many men
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Back in time like minute

Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin

Good Girl Yes, Bad Girl No

Group X: Arabian Rap Sensations

Stepping on the Crowtche of Your American President

to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!

Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look

to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,

Didn't ask for cent
Not a little bit
I ain't even sweat
When you wanted shit
Food up on the table
I provided it
Made it 50/50
I divided it
Asking for

Coming straight from the rock
Yo
You know where we been at
Neither nigga
We at the function all time
So pop
Pop off
On my 50 cent shit
100

One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We

on the dishes and counter 
I would see em every hour 
Cold water in the shower 
Just needed 50 cents to feel the power 
Block always loud seen ferns sniffing