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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,

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

ain't no ice, leave the cold water on the locket
Yeah, now it's Audemar the watches
Fifty pointers like Harden for the Rockets
Silencer on the barrel

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

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

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

…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now

house and garage I've been
Foul with the bars but I spit my album in
Half from rowdy to calm
Now sound the alarms, they wonder how
I'm still underground

NYC Where I'm From

Tony Yayo

Bulletproof Radio

2007

York, nigga, I'm changin' my shit
Aka twelve .12's, fifty-eight .58's, nigga
Ha, I did that just 'cause the play-offs is right now
You bum-ass niggas

and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just

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

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

like Stallone, got game like 50 Cent posse
Up first to work, on his coffee grind
In no time promoted to the king's right hand
But no hype man, had

now?
I see a little nigga puttin' on
You've been warned
I could've sworn, I was born with a hoodie on
All black with an axe I ain't stopping
'til that

cents
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck

and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

[Verse 1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see

alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold

[Intro: "interviewer" (Skinnyman)]
"So Skinnyman, now that you've signed a deal with talkin loud and your currently
recording your album, how's this

slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For

as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby

originally, it made them all look like jerks, 

And to boot, it was a lotta work

Now looking back, we can safely say, their efforts had a pay day, 

Group

tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall