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blue lights and hit the left
All these pigs just want a check give two fuck bout my rep 
I know niggas who is dead step by step think I'm next
Keep your

away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm

fifties around the way, what the fuck is a dub
Keep that shit in arm's reach, you got your strap in the glove
Couple freaks in Palm Beach, I'm puttin' dick

call the cops
Yea i got a temper why the fuck you think i work this job
You the type of nigga 50 cent taught us how to rob
Leave you chalked out

u know for sure it wasn't no bitch with me
Cause many man wish death a pon me 50 cent
The same day I cash out on the car I'm gettin tent
My earrings

(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold

the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:

Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit

know by now I got no where to sleep, and how my bank account is lookin Got no funds to eat, 

Who do I go and vent, who wanna really hear me, my momma

this juice
'til my hands get heavy, and my pants get loose. 

I gave 50 cents but all they got was bad news
Seems the odds are stacked against me, and so

I am not Fifty Cent
Brand new PS5 but can't pay yo rent
You reach in yo pockets and pull out lint
I'm talking bout how yo money is spent
If you are

Tryna win too many losses smoke like I smoke niggas whatever life is dead ready
This feel like that 50 cent 99 how to rob shit my mom was telling me

amber rose

Choke on my dick like some cinnamon 
Many man want me dead call me 50 cent
Fuck nigga I smoke on adrenaline 
And I'm always gon keep it

it pours now what u gon do?
Shit is getting hectic by making em wrong moves
Take a puff or two when your detective got no clue
On a real it's not

These niggas just scrimmaging 
Many men walking round 
They pockets just got 50 cent
No we don’t condone that 
But yall already know that 
Imma ball no

Close cuts and low fades
Polo shirts with no name
All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain
What the fuck is fentanyl?
Blunts was laced

mans you's a bag you's a thick bitch

Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll, Whoa
Big Bankroll don't ever fold

Yea all we got is stacks

really get like that

Like how I say it, don't you
I just need a hit to spark the wick, then bitch we lit
Tezzo, that's my blooda,  we was splitting ' 50

the found you twitching/
Start to tripping, once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing;
Nickels into dimes, five times, like im 50 cent/
Hell bent,

a raise over 50 cent
This is Curtis
You ain't gotta lie
Soar when I don't try to fly
I came to rock and make my old hoes get lower than ankle socks
That's

where?
Say hello to Father Frank 
and catch the bus home 
Turn on the radio 
and wait by the phone 
Pictures of grandchildren taped to the wall.  
Is it

me inhale
No time to look up in the sky
Dry your tears and stop cryin'
50 Cent show us at 2005
There's a lot of fake goals so Get Rich or Die Tryn'

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[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50

like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me

feet
She’s my best friend like 50cent said
Not one gangster out there cannot say that he wasn’t breastfed
Homie put that gun away, I know you a thug okay