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Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need

bro, close em
Money been the issue for a while now
Hungry in the kitchen, I'm a raw child down by 50 cents
Headed straight to the bank with this

Promise

that Hades would
Got the power, got the powers strapped on
Me like Hades would
It was Gothmann by himself
And some dark clouds
With the Glock I'm a wolf

don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they

Don't make me knock it off
You ain't down to catch a hat so quit the cap
You been bitched by many men
50 cent I tell my dog to get the strap
I'm not

lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all

walking round rain on your parade
It's too much that's the same
Taking shots to the face
He charged her 50 cent it rubbed me some type of way
I was talking

All  my bitches get money 
All my niggas get money 
All of yall looking so bummy 
Used to be sipping a bummy 
Fifty cent soda 
Now we just dip in

making since now I need it to make some cents
I need like 50
Double that and make a dollar
Move the app like Benihanas
Fresh done tapped into his bag
This

on me
In the club like 50cent
With the 48 laws of power
I outsmart them cos i'm the man
Now back to the matter at hand
I feel alive cos i've seen

ain't split the 50
Cent  then it's for sure

I split the cake
Wasn't much
Probably ain't fill you up
But I made sure you ate

I be tryin' to talk to God

Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it

complaints if someone pays for me take my ass south
Highway 1 to Gastown
I-5 till I hit the 101
I have to drive aggressive while I'm playing 50 Cent
I'm

like im 50 cent
Its BRIGGY
Yo-yo what you telling me
We got green in bags celery
Star dog loud hit my lungs heavily
But I'm tryna get burst ima need

acrobatic backward flips.

The baddest bitch on my hip, 
Price on his head make change like he 50cent.
Never snitch, i plead the fifth, i drink a fifth.
Front

rośnie mi kolekcja
Koleś nie zna ale szumi
Już wyjmuje swój pistolet zaraz chce przykręcać tłumik
Myślę sobie kto to jest 50 Cent G Unit
Rappers Talent

as fuck)
Guess I'm Louis cause I'm hotter than that, I'm in the ghost
Y'all goin' ghost on your motherfuckin' homies
Down bad, that's the two cents I got

trying
With 50 cent in my pocket, I started moving like the Mayans
My first album was pay attention, now I got them singles
mixing Fake Friends, High

We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up

Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly

you picking up a vanguard

I don’t play with no ouija boards Means I don’t play with no ghostwriters

Keep ya 50 cents girl you might have to pay

denkt und scheißegal ob ihr mich feiert.
Immer noch besser als alles was ihr mir vor leiert.
Eure Mucke hört sich irgendwie an,
Als würde 50 Cent nach

her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death

all or the kid will die trying
Piece of mind, got 50 cents worth that's 25 that prying
In my life, check back when you do business with ya thoughts