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metal call him Megatron
Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N' tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude
Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right

of bounds, nigga The big Zot, make a skinny nigga tickle
Breast feed that boy big clip, got a nipple Chips 50 Cent, but I got that boy two nickels
Like, damn,

my bitches dripping 50k
Imma get it sixty different ways
Got addicted after 50 days
Usin my power in 50 ways
I Get the cheese while I rat a tat him
I

Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Different size diamonds and it's neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
Fifty bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)

the mag
Rap niggas hate me, R&B niggas mad, uh
I'm in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (ha)
Goons put the work in free if I ask
Make a G call, had three niggas

band on Balenci'
I'm counting these hunnids these fifties
Do or die if you touch my chain
Fuck around let out bout 50
I did this shit on my own
All I ask

straight
And fuck a crooked cop tell 12 to they face
They can suck a dick and suffocate slowly by the way
No Denzel nigga you will never catch me with

bitches they wanna get laid man
(wanna get laid)
Used to have 50 bricks in the Escalade man
Finnessin' them tickets
My money is stashed in the ceiling

R-I-P murals
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devil's Spring, keep 'em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's is moked,

Wild in these streets (yeah)
Wild in these streets (get 'em)
Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)
Wild in these streets

no sleep
And if I don't get my hustle on then I can't eat
Bitch I feel like 50 cent back in 03
Talking thru my teeth uh
Swagger so elite uh
Bitch I'm

Bitches ah, I don't keep the metal man
You can trust that my bitch got the melanin
You can bet that I be in my element, periodic
Y'all so irrelevant,

a spaceship, you up like a attic (attic) (uppy)
Up my race (uppy), like I'm off a Addy (uppy)
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (brrt)

a lit ass night yeahhh
Whole lotta bad bitches round me
50 Cent In Da Club VIP
Fine baby shaking ass right now
And she looking good to me
She twerk that

a purpose 
How you let the nigga treat you Goofy like you worthless 
This nigga broke he ain't got 50 cent He ain't Curtis 
That nigga acting out this ain't

Love of My Life

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) [Clean]

2006

magic city fat asses and they pretty
They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty
Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus
I'm

clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with

where's the evidence? 
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship 
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink 

Take fifty cents

'For extra fifty cents you can get two gatorades'
'I don't give a fuck if you give me fifty gatorades all I want is one fucking Gatorade'

I don't give

upon me like I'm 50 Cent
I am the boogie man
Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man
And you know what's goodie, man
Yeah, yeah, and she know what's

don't loose we just take
We don't fuck with no lames we don't make no mistakes ahh
Only bad bitches round here (Bad)
Ain't no fake niggas round here

fuck with me I'm a man on a conquest, uh
Slide in a motherfucking truck
Cognac in the cut, my ass is drunk
Two bad bitches in the room, they fucking
You

ramen noodles only
Fifty cent a piece
She know I'm a savage, get some head
Then I say peace (Peace out)
Nigga, we tryna own our shit
What the fuck's

(808 Mafia)
Yeah
I told my nigga no matter what, we good
Paper Route Empire, I don't give a fuck, nigga
I put that on everything, hey (808 Mafia)