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rope.
That didn't make sense.
I found fifty cents.
Picture laying on the ground, 
so now I'm gonna pound my fist into this wall.
Ouch! I really do like

outweighing
And it’s pulling me down I'm just downplaying
Sipping on the ‘Covos has got me swaying
Like 50 Cent I’m patiently waiting
Yeah I’m on my grind, I

other words, worth nothing
Used, heirloom, appliances invite them in
Advice on rent by something leviathan, sigma phi
Signifies likenesses, but it should

Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly

Fouling me so I'm a free throw
That word of truth no matter how it goes 
Don't play with me, I stay busy 
Go 100 You can ask 50cent
When I come around they

my rhymes 

I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it 
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling

family or any friends
If Many Men wish death upon 50 Cent
How many people wanna kill you for a dollar then
Hollerin' loud with mids up in the splee
Slide

But when the time bomb is ticking I'm gone to witness my God rid the swine gone 

Put the whole city up on my back now 
50 Cent against Ja Rule I'll

to be (What!?)
I had ya pussy in my hand I owned it
Then I'm gettin' gone just like the moment
'Cause If I ever cuff I'm an idiot
Let's you call 50 cent

Many Men by 50 Cent
You owe me money I'm petty like Curtis pay your rent
I swear these Niggas stunt for the gram but pockets be on lint
No Air Up There

off track
And it did 
Dropped right outta school, music didn't really move
50 cents to my name made me like feel Ja Rule 
And ever since I switched

em
 
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me 
So I pop four mo' till the shit

będzie trzeba walki
Zmierzę się z tym jak matka mierzyła mnie od ścianki

Niby zerówka a w bani liceum
W pokoju zegar na nim 50 Cent dla nich był „Fineasz

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

instead of Using common sense
Cause apparently they matter to Make 50 cents
Ain't that fucked up
Cause it got me overworked
To rise higher up the ladder
Up

Keep it bottled up like this fifth of gin
Deadly with the pen let me fill you in
Make these 50 cents turn to M and M's
Double million, triple million

think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah

I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys

dark days
Memories I prayed that would fade
Somethings that I wish I couldn't remember back from the days when I was young
Talking fifty cent juices

stomach like enzymes
Make a bad bitch touch it no busta rhymes
I'm balling in public with hang time
I ain't 50 cent but I got five dimes
The money be

A youngin was out stealing chips
50 cents for zebra cakes
When I was down bad on my dick
I Grew up on paper plates
Mom got mad when we used dish
Mama tried

when 50 cents
Felt like a thousand dollars
Win a Nobel sippin’ Mamajuana
Don't tune to the Oscars
No time to give life to an ounce of drama
Momma, we

It was hard seeing niggas with shit that I couldn't get
Still the same never changed I'm just giving my two cent
And Lord knows I know I sin I'm trying

cents
Y'all lost love for the game
Those were bitch moves
You was swallowed by the wave
And my ex got me thinking
A lot of things like
Maybe God should've

who giving out just fifty cents
I don't have a weed limit I be smoking many grams
Niggas fucking up the game buying up the only fans
Playing with