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roots
Allah Kelly got your project shook, every time you look
'Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book

Your more story, get up outta the club

rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue (trap, trap dab)
Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it,

offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar
'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers
Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days
Free

learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has

And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County

bought bitches bags
Used to hit the titty bar and
Grab ones by the bag
Killers walk me to the cars
I pull off in somethin' fast
Bad bitches staring at me

Baby caught me with twins they was siamese
Cat dog
Baby got me like dark maul
Stand tall
Choppers on call
Raindrops
Bodies gone fall

Down at the pier,

of fifties and a lot of hundreds
(Uh) hit your bitch beforе I got her number
I'm a toddler, keep a baby bottlе on me
I'm a Ghetto Boy, I got it tatted on me

yea, Space Baby Shit
Why that nigga in the club with all them guns? Because I'm itching
I'm fucking saks up, then came a long way from Niggas bitches
You

we be play by dog rules
Lil' bro say he wet the whip, he turned it to a car pool
Please don't treat me like no rapper, real deal stepper
Fuck a rap

a star so im hot af 
She the answer to my question 
She a dime outta of dozens 
My dogs say I'm bug 
Shit me and her get money 
Jump inside peanut butter

by they
breaking dey neck!
Rocking that Looney tunes
Tape in my deck
EMG, nigha
Get much respect

Run me my money
Or I start with da drama
All of my

No Fucks Given  

HEY
This Blue Magic Baby 


Y'all Know It's God Gift Inform Of c Son
Ochiri Ozo Stay Wicked 4D Gang
I Go By The Name Tipsy Banks

away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm

my pound
All I need is you with me
We a unit like Fifty
For life by my side I think about you all the time
All you got to do is ride
I'll never do you

they gon hear it

I don't hear shit when these niggas be talkin I swear I hear more from the niggas that's quiet
I came from nothing I had 50 cent I was

mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m

em
 
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me 
So I pop four mo' till the shit

[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!

[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So loosen up

and fifties, you know that's my main
Stack 'bout a hundred, I gotta maintain
So many blue hunnids got to my name
I walk in the club, I'm makin' it rain (I'm

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

aint perfect 
I snuck my gun in the club they dont search me
I got the ups in case a nigga try to murk me
22 but I call her big bertha
Take my check? Ah,

ain't breaking loose

These niggas be lemons on God they be sour
I'm feeling like fifty cent I got the power
I Run my own business fuck paid by the hour

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em