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Woke up in a Lambo
Turned out I was dreaming, I need to hustle
Try to leave the bando
For a better way going in, up out the struggle
I went to school

complaints if someone pays for me take my ass south
Highway 1 to Gastown
I-5 till I hit the 101
I have to drive aggressive while I'm playing 50 Cent
I'm

acrobatic backward flips.

The baddest bitch on my hip, 
Price on his head make change like he 50cent.
Never snitch, i plead the fifth, i drink a fifth.
Front

be dreaming K
All I think about is
K

Keep a K on me, Just like I was a Kardashian
He said he want smoke
I pull up and ask what's happening
Diss me by

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

[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[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

Feels like a runway
Don't get twisted by the sound
Said everything you could say
Yeah
Now I'm driving there backwards in a stolen Toyota
2008 how I'm

Enough
Of the waves 
From the folks who don’t want us around 

Is that dry land I see or am I dreaming? 
Could be
Who’s to know
Our whereabouts or where we

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

gone be alright
We gone be all fine
I just wanna ride 
Team all by my side 
To many tears I cried 
Stay strong I gots to fight 
Dreaming of stage lights

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

Like she Tom Brady
I said put me in
But don't play me
She said you kinda funny
I said funny enough to get you to love me
She said you hear this hit
50

losing it
Feel like 50 Cent, Hated by many men
Up in the club Shawty know what's up
I got a drip, Juice, she feeling the sauce
She can never switch sides

lady
Still can't tell if you hate me baby
You tell me what I wanna hear baby
You ruin shit, you turn to me and blame me
I don't need your fifty cents