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a bunch of shit and got close to the money yeah
I'm tryna get on, you can see me for the freebie now
When I drop my debut album, nothing less than fifty

it was driving to a job nigga
To make six dollars and 50 cents an hour
Cus I told myself I gotta be here to come up
I gotta stay down to come up
Do you

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

cents in my pocket
Forever in the distance
Falling back I can do little to stop it
Fade into the night
To not have to live this life ... wonder what it's

your rent
If it wasn't for they mommas, niggas be livin' in a tent
I can fuck her off my name, I ain't gotta pay a cent
Tell me what I look like, paying

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

on some leverage
Bunch of super teenies all up in the fridge
50 cent for a big burst and a bag of chips
There was a lot to think about but nothing happening

I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm

a killer doin' less than you say
Yeah I got a exotic plug down in the A, still got my other plug out in LA
I'm just tryna get this shit gone by the day

supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south

multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin',

The god is here to give blessing
Refuse everything he is giving
You need to learn I'm not kidding
Listen to Big, DMX, Jay Z, Pac, 50 Cent
Rick Ross, Cube,

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

of snow and lay up singing with Whitney

On earth I got to fight odds not to drown had to move quickly
Use it not do not do it buy by the 50 pound nobody

ain't breaking loose

These niggas be lemons on God they be sour
I'm feeling like fifty cent I got the power
I Run my own business fuck paid by the hour

with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They

Wu-Tang, this loot be my new thing
I need pockets as deep as Mobb, bumping 50 Cent How To Rob
If shit go left, I'm getting low I hit the road
Fuck it you in

by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I

end hated on by many men
And I need a G for a unit like I'm 50 Cent
Double up for the rent make it triple cop the bent
Nigga talking about he play wit

This is merciless

Make boy drive inna hearse the best

You ever build a copper shot out a once cent

U know

U know seh a war president

Make one

I do a 50cent get rich or Die trying
I got a motto
Get rich or die young i hate trying
I go in for it ,spend nights on the street ,in the cold i go in

This is merciless

Make boy drive inna hearse the best

You ever build a copper shot out a once cent

U know

U know seh a war president

Make one

This is merciless

Make boy drive inna hearse the best

You ever build a copper shot out a once cent

U know

U know seh a war president

Make one