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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

niggas broke
Ten chains on they neck
No intellect no morals no respect dam
I'm a OG still I would get these kids touch
Like 50 cents drop yah ass like

ain't breaking loose

These niggas be lemons on God they be sour
I'm feeling like fifty cent I got the power
I Run my own business fuck paid by the hour

Like 50 cent Ion like many men
Flame it up, cop a Lil twenty twen
It’s good for your eyes
Mama trippin' but it ain’t no surprise
Listen mama it just help

and equipped blowing piff by the zip
Off the rip
Off the rip
I'm that nigga nigga
You ain't shit
Had to make a dollar out of fifty cents
Now it's up so you know

friendly grins
I spot it in many men 
A feeling like 50 cent

This shit won’t stay safe 

I ROLL UP INSIDE THEY HOMES 
IM TAKING BACK WHAT WAS OWED 
IM

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

We got a lot of herb to blaze
(Herb to blaze, herb to blaze)
Uh
Yeah
Fuck it up
50 Cent I'm in the club
Four hundred and twenty blunts when I'm fuckin'

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

it was driving to a job nigga
To make six dollars and 50 cents an hour
Cus I told myself I gotta be here to come up
I gotta stay down to come up
Do you

pain in a prada fit
I won't fuck her, I don't need that energy she just swallow dick
Fuck 10 cent Booga got a thousand dollar dime bitch
My Ears

life thought I was worthless 
Never knew what my worth was 
Take a look inside my soul where the hurt is 
For 50 cent and you ain't gotta call me Curtis

skies

Suicidal thoughts in my mind
Since the tender age of nine
Live a life of crime
Karma gonna come back in time
Fifty cent told me you know what
Get

losing it
Feel like 50 Cent, Hated by many men
Up in the club Shawty know what's up
I got a drip, Juice, she feeling the sauce
She can never switch sides

they don't come with no benefits

So I give them nice shots like they 50 cent
Now you see why I fuck with many men
And I keep plenty of them
How could

moments picture my life all up in your frames
I used to cop munchies 50 cent now I'm in the game
Got my killer with me so please no pictures till I leave

ah mini van
tell em feel fifty cent im wanted dead by many men... (tell em get up wit me)
glocky with attachments but I started with ah taurus we was

Miami nights 
Bad little B come here Why


Bro said Mally you good I said i'm sweet need my pockets on fat fat grande grande 
Never Petite I'm 50 cent in

Uh Uh too many, too many
Trying to win uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga,
Whatever,
Lifestyle ratchet
This feel like that 50 cent '99 how

and out
Your money ain't loud enough
Homie my radio, drown it out
I sell a model a dream
Before she go to sleep
And free forks for 50 cents
Before they go

showing love to many man
Know you see me down to my last 50 cent
Can't seem to figure out all these dividends
10 toes but i'm at the bottom its getting

to the rear
I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear
You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear
This 50 cent in my pocket came from

class tagging on the avenues
Getting into mischief and blowing on chronic
Rest in peace Jose its cuz of you we bonded (RIP)
I was blasting 50 Cent Get

to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent