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her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death

way ima shine
Trying to  focus on my image
How I picture myself
Come like Kodak with the hooks
Draw a picture
I'm like Nas with punchlines
50 cent my

Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it

literally
It ain’t over till I say it 
50 cent get rich or die trying
Niggas wanna know what I’m buying
Yellow Lambos bitch, I’m lying (No I’m lying)
That was

you picking up a vanguard

I don’t play with no ouija boards Means I don’t play with no ghostwriters

Keep ya 50 cents girl you might have to pay

you hold down the crib do your one twos you na'mean needs that (Ham-Town)
My autobody car shop thief n***** (Movers)
The fifty cent limber mamis

I’m Too shifty 
Keep it a buck I’m too fifty 
Homie who get me?
Guess I’m starting to make cents/sense now
I’m still a Giant when I’m bent down
You

remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy

I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man

petty
Got a two, boutta flip that shit into a ten
If you not fucking with me now, don't fuck with me then
Especially if you still 'round looking like 50

dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,

rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All

Call me 50 cent you know I ain't scared to kill many men
Yo free all my dawgs that's in the pen
Stay loyal to the gang until the end
If the Feds ask

Veskoppies emahlanyeni sweet no Mkatakata Freedom of expression, this is a lyrical Inkatha Bakakati got chicks bashaya iPhatha-Phatha Ngiwu 50 Cents in this

but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life 
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by

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

never levitated by me
Now we crashing the reserves cause the bench warm
A crypto scheme you could have sworn that I was in on
You ain't got none in

got tired of me 

I guess it is what it gotta be 

I need that pack like variety 

Hard to sleep w anxiety 

Now When it 

Rains it pours 

Fifty cent

last tip
50 cents dosnt fatten my fuckin money clip
My pocket battleship flew off my
Only fingertip, winning wars
Selling my neighbors their citizenship

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

killed in Downtown and that's the reason
Kind of 50 Cent thang: it make me wanna get the strap
Squeeze it asap freezin em heads
Need no facts and arguments

his mouth
Now he be talking like fifty cent when he shouts
Cops said i'm the gang, G.D.R what you mean
I ain't no gang, lone wolf true lycan with them

the kerosene
My Queen from the Carribean
Mobbin like Genovese
I'm Fifty Cent In Den of Thieves
Floor seats no mezzanine
Sonically tip the triple beam
Plotting

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