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stepped in
I had to tighten up my circle nigga fuck friends
Nigga wish a death for me like many men
Get rich or die trying I feel like 50 cent
I got that
Tryna win too many losses smoke like I smoke niggas whatever life is dead ready
This feel like that 50 cent 99 how to rob shit my mom was telling me
put a lethal dose in em
My nigga sent em to the doctors office
I be sittin' back observin' I ain't really talkin' often
Countin' every cent a nigga post
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit

I be on some fly nigga
Tell em boy come and get me
They been bumpin for some minuets
They some bitches evidently
MY city represents me like fifty thousand albums
They eat it up
van just so I can go sell my projects (remember that?)
Makin' sure I ate back when not a dollar was in my pocket
Look all the shit I accomplished with
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
go on throttle, I told her I said it's heaven sent
Take her to my candy shop, I told her I got 50 cents
Got my nieces, love em', by saying that I gotta
this paid
Let alone all this fame
I was just inspired by the shit that Jody played
I'm talking 50 cent talking Shady talking Jay
This the shit I used
the movement
Niggas know we in the kitchen
You can smell it brewing
Got the power like I'm 50
LME the unit
Now let's get into it!
I feel like my brother James
We
dope, you know
Fly of course, we just livin' life
Niggas dropping they albums man
I'm not fuckin' impressed neither
See I fell back for a minute
Doin'
dragon on a stretch pearl rug
No time to snooze, no time to lose
Bad yellow bitch by my feet changing my shoes
And my shoelaces, Burberry braces
Cut off
That's why I'm shinin

Just hit me you know I'm feelin two way 50
And miss me with any of that she say really
Cuz I ain't worried bout spendin
And you
I could wolf whistle at robots
I feel I could hold a relatively decent conversation with TV's Joe Pasquale
I feel I could listen to a whole album by
my songs in Google Docs
Your wife could be married for fifty years, she'd still get me and you flip-flopped
My dick drops on 'em hops on and hops off,
the back of their gran's house or somewhere
where they shouldn't have done it 'cos they migth get in trouble
with the authorities. It's the Goldie Lookin
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
(Oh
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
Own a couple real estates
Perform in 50 states
And around the world
Meeting people
Doin shows every week
But right now
All these things are just my
maraud
By any means
Make sure we eat
Nigga that been the law
Never switch up for Bitch
Or
Kriss Cross ya dogs
Never in life turn yo back on bros
That’s
Back in nineteen ninety five...
I used to start it off like:

Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit
know how to make a scene

I came up to the party, now it's a fiesta
We bounce so high, don't need to fly Delta
Front flips and back flips, making
sitting on the unicorn
Never bring your monkey business to this kingdom
Monkeys play by size, all my gorillas in the back ain't nobody fucking with this
But it’s bigger than them and us
I warned yall on charade
The Hip-Hop tops was tryna finish us
Play some boom back, take the melodies off
It’s

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