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niggas ain't real
T.T.G.
Niggas know what it is
I'm in the hood
You be up in the hills
Like 50 cent
Bitch I'm the man
These hoe love
A nigga when I
Make it

of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk

damn

C.WeBMaTiC
Baby she be buzzin’ and she actin’ like a Nat
Always on a N**** back, cuz’ da’ way a N**** act
If a N**** talk his shit, 50 Cent “Get

Like to present
A phony baloney who was trying
To kill me for fifty cents
But soon noticed a dent where
He inhaled to his extent

Stupid bitch

Keep me

these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump

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

encore me faire perdre tout mon temps eh[00:27.50]Allô position bébé faut pas perdre mon temps[00:30.85]Je sais qu'tu m'entend qu'est-ce que tu attends

my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before,

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em

niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That

England
See, we're a bunch of criminals
It's in our DNA, friend!
The black people here, are Aborigines
They didn't know they're black
'till they got a 50

[ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds]

[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50

lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector 
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste

groupies yet i'm speaking in the future tense 
I've past many men 
That thought I wasn't worth 50 cent 
It's gift that i'm present 
I'm not in the hospital

tablets while you dickriders cop it (get off me)

I got my shit together toilets out of order (
Turn you 50 cent ass niggas to lemme hold a quarter (lemme

to the bank
I got money, got bands
I got 50, no cents
She say to spend it, i said I can’t
All of my clothes, designer brand
I got this green, feel like plant
I

really it wasn’t no fixing it
Bank account read 50 cents
Die trying, or he getting rich
Why cry? Ain’t no innocence
He robbin’ you if you got shrimp ‘n

mattress  i got heart’s on the head i feel like drake but i ain’t light skin 50 cent i got the power to get you off like a light switch he bitch i call him

tubbie im at da loft on da top floor u know im wit da gang dem my vatos dey gone go wherever i go and dey down to knock meat out ya taco we push up 50 deep

bread won't even let you hold 50 cent

I come through fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
You old news need to go into retirement Or i
Intensive care,

shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with

it
Goin all in until I'm ballin like 50 cent
So I can put my family in a mansion with a picket fence

Hook

I'm tryna see a higher standard of life
So

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

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