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they ain't telling
Live by the code of the streets
Never move without my heat
Stay on my shit cause if I slip
I'm falling somewhere six feet deep
Got

Dog Beats

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x)

Street lights glearin off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up

Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole

of the town'll make you wonder
How life was back then with all the old buildings, price of drinks in the hot summer
Like, fifty cents for a glass of lemonade? 
I'd

done uh
Shouts to 50 cent I feel bullet proof
Tupac in my pen I might got the juice
Niggas talking bullshit save that for the zoos
Niggas really praying

many people this was never a trend
Paved the way for many men when I ain't have 50 cent
When I pitched underhand them loud packs for the ten
I was

That's why I was in the hallways tryna sell my weed
A'int gon lie bro 50 cent made me scared to keep my eyes closed
When the shots come flying from

like Jigga man this is my empire state of mind
Solid like stone my rhymes are like cement
Get Rich or Die Tryin' word to 50 Cent
Started from the bottom

the Draco, in the A-R, that's a pistol kit
I don't give no fuck about nobody, we gon' get him hit
Many men tried to get me, feeling like I'm 50 Cent
But I'm in

calls, my phone ring and I decline it
In the grey area, like it's 50 shades
Never gave a F, like set 8 grades
In these streets you get faced with blades

home with 50 cents
When you go home with 100 grand
How the fuck you gon claim the land
That you motherfuckers stole
From them Native Americans
I just

give me no dap
I keep my head up, no cap
If you ain't my sister
Don't give me no dap
Y'all pay attention like rent
Feel just like I'm 50 Cent
You don't

alone build a house from stone
Make some 'fore I turn into bone
My actions I don't condone
For my past sins I'll atone
Wanna be richer than 50 Cent
Wanna

I've been sitting alone and voices just spray
Satan sitting close to me but I know his saint
I just wanna keep my lane like 50 Cent
Lord I don't know

like 50 cent

That's all it cost to write that letter, but you ain't even do that shit
Would've came out better if I never told her how I feel
I'm

then let's get it in
My trap pump like adrenaline. Ain't fast enough, grab an EpiPen
I was hood rich before this epidemic. Had my name spreading, streets

say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents

Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life

Making love with the seat back
Ride slow while they 5-0
So lost trying keep track
I wanna know the shit that you'd die for
Tell me would I be the kid that

Super hero
Clark kent
Feel like 03
50 cent
I done gave more
Then I spent
Let me vent

of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty

Yeah, mm
Kid
Long live all my niggas gone
You know niggas that we lost to this shit
Niggas really out here
In these streets, for real
Livin'

a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white

it's off-beat find it useless
Back up off me, or leave with shoe prints
Softly imprint the ignorant
No money to pay rent
But every last cent's dedicated

everything forbidden
By bible, book and creed
'Til I'd no more virgin tears to shed
Down on 42nd Street

I fell in with two blaggards
Spider Murphy and Jem