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Now we clicking, I'm like 50
I got cents, many men
They Wanna be me
Ain't that silly
I call up Nob today
I got that novacane
I'm feeling like old

Small Time

Scarface

My Homies

1998

momma, she don't have to work no mo' 

I pay the bills by the flow from the studio 

And I was out in the game by old players and G's 

Hollerin 50

Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used

was dead broke
Window shopping like fifty cent
It was stack or starve nothing was getting spent
Brothers call me more often
They see I'm on a different

[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom

there to take what they can get
And they'll sell ya to another for fucking fifty cents

Like, hey, think of it this way, see
Do you want someone just

load it up with fucking letters

On this 50 cent type beat
I'm just trynna be a 50 cent type G
And I'm out

My Turn

Big Punisher

Yeeeah Baby

2000

to reach my peak in equilateral
I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)

attracts
He supported himself by begging and peddling on the street
With out legitimate vocation, he learned to butcher meat

[CHORUS 1]

Georg brought many

Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used

they sitting in
Slide down to your crib
Then kill yo bitch and say I'm innocent
Wanted dead by many men
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Back in time like minute

I was digging in them couches trynna scrape up 50 cents
Had good intents
You see houses, I see licks
All I was some chips
Just me and my woes
I don't

"Don't push the Mario man!"

(In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him)
That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh)
Listen dawg, Banks

That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years

It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back

all snakes
I committed crimes nigga up in broad day
I spit for AZ right up on broadway i spit for 50 cent right up in the hallway
Yea that boy a problem

a lil' freestyle
but first and foremost i'd like to thank Roadie style beyond compare
for getting my belt back and helping me promotion my skills
and in

Ain't no pimpin over here back slap a bitch mane
50 Cent Bulletproof ain't no backing mane
I'm like the hulk big dog shit I'm holding my reign
All you

Ride or Die

Game

G-Unit Radio Part 5: All Eyez On Us

2007

money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef

your whole click to make it to the top
In the hood 90% know her booty
When she drunk she don't mind showing her goodies
Her attitude 50Cent, She down for

Bang Bang

Young Jeezy

We Run ATL

2009

Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap

Christmas 
But until you know I be on grinch shit
Living isolated probably plotting on a victim 
Fuck you and your gifts bitch 
I got 50 cents left
Imma die

I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races

We been here for 50 something years
Ain't see nothing change, no
Same people, same shit nigga
They just a different age though
Gotta get outta here,

grew up on 50 cent 
I knew I was getting rich 
Get rich or die trying 
You bitches don’t stop lieing 
That chicken just keep frying 
I talk a lot of fly