Lyrics:
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We cannot function with the christ inside of our junction
We try to do it alone and die in our junk son
But I ain't a chump son that ain't
you die by your own hand
As a suicide, you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every
you die by your own hand
As a suicide, you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
homeboys
Hey, tell em the story how you came up nigga
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
Now I'm an Outlaw nigga, I never die
Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one.
His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud,
I am he, the chosen one.
by fifty million songs
Oh yeah
Everybody's gotta live
And everybody's gonna die
Everybody's gotta live
Before you know the reason why
Left that other shit by the waist bin
Weight off my shoulders, free I'm a floater, team off my back
Born alone, die alone, where the fuck was you at
When
alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour
Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand
Its power be seen to grow, and fear
I came alone, I will walk alone
I'm strong alone, I will fight alone
Even if I die alone, I'm good alone
I was born to lead, so I stay in my zone
I
Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down
No more foul
cabinet
I thank the Lord for everything He did, I'm like, "Inshallah"
He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
Stacked everything
didn't notice when the time had slipped away
(Yeah, everybody's got a sob story)
Jesus Christ, was born to die
Leave it to man to levitate his own
by fifty million songs
Oh yeah
Everybody's gotta live
And everybody's gonna die
Everybody's gotta live
Before you know the reason why
As we tumbled in, mercy from God.
My brothers and the others
Are lost at sea,
I alone am returned to tell thee.
Hidden in ice for a century
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
All alone I'm in hell I'm too young to die
Alone I sit alone I bitch rifle by my side
Born to kill born to care I know what they say
Tied to this
had to lie
About the place that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law
I never knew when it
Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one
His claim was phrased quite simply
Though He never voiced it loud
I am He, the chosen one
In
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
I was born by a river, oh man, in this little old tent, oh
Just like this river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long, long time coming
But
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
In the new lands of America three brothers now shall come to power
Two alone are born
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
It's stranger than fiction
How you've decayed
It must be so lonely
Lost within your ways
You're born alone, you die alone
The rest is yours
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