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if I was broke or if I was filthy rich
Trynna make a dollar out of fifty cent
Might run up stupid numbers but I got plenty since
Keep that chopper like

Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath

the power, surrounded by many men
I'm givin' them fifty cent
Two quarters and after half, we put niggas in the rim
I'm him, you one of them
See me, I'm jus one

when 50 cents
Felt like a thousand dollars
Win a Nobel sippin’ Mamajuana
Don't tune to the Oscars
No time to give life to an ounce of drama
Momma, we

cause I'm getting down
I'm having fun fuck a frown
I'll survive yeah yeah
I'll survive
Gloria G
Original Gangsta
50 cent yo call out the wankstas

dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,

cents
Treat you like dead, gunned down by many men
Comin off a hiatus
Been watching movies, playing ball and I'm staying hydrated
Even I'm my biggest fan,

options
Scared of what I might find

Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in

Thrift Shop Junkie

Voodoo Glow Skulls

Firme

1995

shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get

they pockets was cent less
I going stupid they calling me senseless (Dumb Dumb Dumb)
The label gone sinus
Caught the drip like a sickness
Now she blowing

50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q
I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before
Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person

want no smoke
No, y'all niggas don't put no hours, but
I know I got that power
No Kanye West No 50 cent
I swear she got that power
No bulletproof gun

Y'all want some evidence, I'll show it
Hated on by many men
Got me feeling like my names 50 Cent
I'm reality, you a gimmick
Chuck me a fire ass beat I'll

pissed like 50 Cent, I would live on the beach
I'd marry, call my wife a bitch, and put my kids on the street
I don't give a fuck, I'm goin' for dolo, four

by Slaughterhouse 50 Cent
Eminem and Dr. Carter
Nines hanging outta old impalas
Speakers knocking
I just hear my ego talking
Cross me and a blanket

You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it

rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All

and you ain't even sneeze
Vienna sausages, noodles, ain't no Micky D's
Get 50 cent, hit the corner store for them hot Cheetos and the chili cheese
Ice cream

to punt
Here's your L
Think and grow more you amateur
Just another drug dealer you think
He is the The One Premium Grader
Street price was 50 cents
He

I'm thinkin like why bother
Use to get 50 cents and buy pops In the hood 
I was livin like I was unbothered 
Do you know how it feel wake up in

Fake it, tell a lie, then it's bye to a guy
That's my ally, make 'em go bye-bye like it's a drive-by
Like it's a Sci-Fi movie scene, we let the sparks

two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

Middle finger to the 5-0
I

a settlement
You need to go to church, you niggas ain't heaven sent,
I wish death on them, I feel like I'm 50 cent
They wish death on me, you know what I meant,

got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts