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know I will
Bet that 9 tryna blow like a bitch
Hit him 9 times he is not 50 cent
Chasing that paper in any event

And I'm stuffing that bag with M after

gotta know the difference
It's a crazy world we living in
Everybody want the power and that word, to 50 cent
Tell me why I'm hated by so many, many, many

cigarettes
Competitive verses, I polish my verbiage
I keep it 100 when doin my service
Don't make no cents for you to only be 50.
Im calling you Curtis

cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming

friends and his so-called bros
He went ghost quick
Power tripping off 50 cent talk is cheap he 100
Ain't cheating on him you was just cheating on yourself

Old Man Emu

John Williamson

Australian Pop Classics: Novelty Songs of the 60s & 70s

1998

can run the pants off a kangaroo
He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well he was the model for the fifty cents

been in love before
People didn't think that we could beat the odds
Our secret now they want to know
Explaining it is kind of hard
Looking forward 50

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

my shit isn't stock
I used to piss in a pot and
Now I piss on the walls
Since I pissed off a cop
A couple tickets I have copped
But I can pay for them

nerves.
Now I've read the word and seeks redemption
But for this album I'll make a fcuking exception

(Chorus)
To all the homeboys workin in Argos
To all

I do know this, I don't like school
Never fit in, never followed the rules
But now I'm skipping class, posted smoking on the roof
And from where I

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

said he's got a drop
I'm over there, don't say a word
And if I get knicked, I know the ting
Don't say a word i can sell lyrics now
What's your budget for

gotta change the focus (Focus, focus)

Okay, huh?
When the next track coming out?
Right now, motherfucker
'Cuz I'm back with the sound
With the chop-chop

the foreign you could hop up in my benz 
Tell me is you fuckin we can be more than just friends 
N I got hunnits I got 50s I got money we could spend 
I got

platinum (yeah)
“But you so wack you mentioned your first song in your second” (yeah)
Well guess what, now I’ve mentioned both in the same album (haha)
“God

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

you slippin'
I'll shoot you down then you limpin'
Rollin' with Bonny she calling me Clyde
Call up the gang and we pull a drive-by
You're not a player

album on the same day
Was slanging tapes, I knew people wasn’t gone pay
Knew I was cold but they told me that I wasn’t J
Called 97.3 when my song played

an "Encore". Here's a standing ovation.

To me you are the "Greatest".
You do more than the Jays and Waynes did.
Whenever there's rumours your albums coming,
I

a bunch of shit and got close to the money yeah
I'm tryna get on, you can see me for the freebie now
When I drop my debut album, nothing less than fifty

my career, then we gon’see
I hope the albums you're gonna work on
Gon’ sell a ton
But all your productions gon’ flop
I took that personally, felt like

young, black and wealthy
Them all went ghost when it was time to help me
Now is El Saint Louis on y'all  speakers
Stay in your zone cheap talking like you

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking