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make it
Pussy nigga, we made it
Pussy nigga, we made it

The Audi, Bugatti, Ferrari, the Masi
The Bentley, the Fisker, the Jag, the Rover
With a bad

blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone boy you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother

of him
Bad bitches they be in Benz
I knock 'em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don't know them
Real nigga on foenem
Young Jefe, the new

Y'all don't represent
The industry bought you
Cheap, you 50 cent
Through and through
I'm gunning every artist
Painting the streets
Across the concrete

Or Buju with this 'matic
And I'm a bad boy movin' tactic (uh, uh)
New Glock-9 came plastic (new Glock-9 came)
New bad bitch fantastic (new bad bitch)

New York to LA yea we gone bounce
Miami to the bay yea we gone bounce
Bad bitch on the dick yea she gone bounce
Got the club lit
Everybody bounce

Bad bitch from Beverly Hills
Trynna fuck
Cuz she know that I'm real
New Porsche
I ain't need no deal
Ballin on these niggas
I ain't need no skill
He

Super hero
Clark kent
Feel like 03
50 cent
I done gave more
Then I spent
Let me vent

feature you in all my songs
Smoke up this wood bet yo ass still singing along
Petty as fuck I’m 50 cent all damn day long
I tell you was good now we can’t

broken heart
I need a cast But it isn’t all bad
For every tear I shed I wrote a banger and they felt that
Gave em all I have and all I had I never held

She keep callin' on my phone, baby, what you want
I did this to be alone, got just what I want Heart protected by this chrome, you still
rip it out

chest
Been around the world still ain't find a bad bitches dripped in designer
Ohh they on my time but you the one on my mind I been all over the world

that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50

-piece
Sold 'em for a hundred
But I only paid fifty-three

Chicago layover on my way to A&D (yeah)
Blew in a bad bitch, bought a Plan B
(Fuck it)
Thirty racks

Turn It Up

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent

grounds
Wit the Shits
Just know I'm down
Reasons my niggas keep me round
Fifty cents you want a brown
I'm cool on any side of town
Screaming free my niggas

Then we double back
Real life No GTA
We done hit
Some heists on gang
Get that money
And break it down
We both get 50 cent cakes
We both gone eat today
In

by and I knew we'd be rappin
I must be dreamin to find a bitch this bad
I must be dreamin to find a bitch this bad
I grew up studying music like LL

spray
Since tenth grade
Messed up in the membrane (Messed up in the membrane)
Memory's a jumbled jambalaya
Made from jungle, served by sensei
Since days

b*tches that i mention in these songs. But that new panamera porche that shit be hittin' im my soul. So boy don't play with me, i got choppas by my

who popping for the moment
P is forever
It don't matter what's the new hot shit
My shit better, courtesy of myself
Thanks to me
I've work hard to come

hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything

push this bucket like a Benz
They say confidence is key well tell me who they locksmith
I just need a lil green make a dolla outta 50 cent
Know many men

heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix