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Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines

rhymes
Ulta flow no blush

What you think this shit new to me?
It's S.DIDDY yea I murda beats
2023 watch my stock increase
We Robin Hoods, Cryptocurrency

Made a racky with my partner and we split it fifty fifty
I feel better when he with me getting paper like the chop shop
Boppin’ like I’m Diddy

a silly watch 
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit

I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got

the "han" but the-
Yeah
Turn the lights on

Many men wanna fuck these bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Many men wanna fuck these bitches like 50

heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix

saying Happy New Year

It's a new year (come on)
Let's all on the count of
3 holla Happy New Year
It's a new year (let's go)
This year shit it's all on me

Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought

dinky I Spend it 
I gotta new bag this hoe no limit Messy hoes like nats trynna stay In my business 
I'm finna pop my shit I know These niggas mad by

Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire

I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging

Mo Fire

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

2005

Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire

I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging

I'm a Soldier

50 Cent

Straight Outta Ca$hville

2004

[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a

Pushin' Weight

Ice Cube

Pimpin' Ain't Dead

1999

you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me

I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv

[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in

niggas with me that shoot like the Grizzly
Put every cent in this shit, like I'm 50

Shootin' at houses, don't show no pity
King of this shit, bitch you

pretty and petite
And all my bitches fuckin' foreign Talkin' crazy with the streets
I'm blowin' shit just by myself Cause I ride with fuckin' three
Man,

Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla

Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt

Now piece by piece we put it all

[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you

blue seats, yeah, this a 101
Bought a brand new Audemars Piguet, yeah this a one-of-one
75 the speed limit, in the 'Vette I'm doing 101
They pulled

the shooter

[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion

L-O-X shit, nigga
Livin' off Xperience
You feel it in the air, don't you?
Yeah, ah

Steppin' out the Benz with the shearlin' that Bane had

goin' below
like ricky martin being raped by a dildo

chorus - j-lo means shit to me
p-diddy means shit to me
ja-rule means shit to me
fuk you alicia keys