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ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his

part of it is me being in the
Studio all of the time and you know
A huge passion of mine is to be able to
Take it to the streets
Getting that sort

And they were writing their names up in the sky
And we would watch them as they brought the horses by
And I felt like I was ready to die
When the bell

to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty

then come back and remix it
You know I'm a D nigga, a real street nigga
My Glock'll leave niggas, I'm a dead beat with it

Uh, I'm a dead beat like

with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents
Aye
My young n***** creepin', they lurking (On god)
Hell nah ian buying her no burkin (Hell nah)

this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep

roamed from street to street
Mapping out the next fifty years
You said you'd take me where I've never been
You show me the world
Take me tonight
We're

or no deletes
I piped that lil bitty first time that we meet
Kick that bitch out right back To the street

If I see pigs in my rear view I floor it
Street

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar
She stared me down From the driver's seat
Spiders of fear creeping up my back
As her eyes crawled over me
By

Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty-cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?

Once you start something
You know it's hard to stop

what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with

on the same page
Don't love no hoe just like Sasuke
Like 50 cent get rich or die trying
Beat niggas up just like myke Tyson
Independent no I ain't never signing

baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by

Blood Brothers

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep [Clean]

1994

together

  Repeat 4X

Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper

Back in the days of Lee's and BVD's
I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies
My lifespan began to dim

spend it then I make it back not even fazed
Led astray, inner dialogue been self inflicting pain
Fuck
Where's the spliff let me let it blaze
Tricks all up

game
Hit the cage with some change after
Playing cop a fifty cent soda
After school dunks with the dralics start to roll up
Back when it was real if you

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let

on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit

Its just the game
Let me count my blessings
Went from livin in the streets shawties undressing
Now switchin lanes and changing addresses
Wife and son

The Drop

Viktor Vaughn

Vaudeville Villain

2003

now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
On my cue photon torpedo
Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
And so on for the street though

Smoke

I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

The law turn their backs on
The street so they trip
Trying to catch me on the short

to punch the clock then hit the streets now I'm in the stu tryna make a hit
Get rich or die tryin bitch I feel like 50 Cent
In the ville where them bullets

Birds

Richie Rich

The Game

2000

Nigga, dollar fifty rocks, nigga
On the real, I had eighty cent rocks