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Я хочу умереть старым, в один день с андеграундом
Когда 50 cent станет ванхандредфаузэнтнахуй
Leave me in a kitchen with 3 grams

Burn You Down

Dirty Americans

Strange Generation

2004

Light it up, it'll burn you down

When you were young
You built a wall
All by yourself you had it all
Saw the storm coming and the wind
That could

the bitch sink
You making your mixer I’m chugging my drink
Ima murder this bitch I’m in the building
Better look up to me like I was the ceiling
I see all

me and if you ain't
Ima have to assume ya just a bitch nigga
Or yous a mutha fuckin pig huh
5-0
Yall sum muthafucking bitches, I know
Trynna get

Yeah you niggas know what's up, nigga
Don't play stupid, nigga yeah
Banks, what's up nigga? It's go time homie

Look, these niggas can't match what I

Yeah
You niggas know what's up nigga
Don't play stupid nigga
Yeah
Banks, what's up nigga?
It's go time homie

Look, these niggas can't match

will shut the door
You must be a clown first
Or pass the eye test
Ain't no 50 cent, plus I got accent
Niggas gon' snooze, they don't want to wake up

And gave them all to the ring-a-rang-a-roo.
 Chorus 

The army came, the army went, 
The price went down to 50 cents,
They got the clap and syphilis too,

You little fuckboy
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha

Say she knew my sisters, bitch she knew I was already hot
Feel like 50 cent, I'm

rework the thing
Focus up and go to Ne

Full ten cents, headspin
Thin gin, full tent, bent
Men hit M, Preston
Impressed when film fin
Rims, tint, apendage

less than an hour
Before I had 50 cent
I knew I had power
Back when I heated hot water to wash pretend its a shower
Then a beginning penman
Novice sniper

We got a lot of herb to blaze
(Herb to blaze, herb to blaze)
Uh
Yeah
Fuck it up
50 Cent I'm in the club
Four hundred and twenty blunts when I'm fuckin'

off shit not legal
Out my mind
But I build my steeple
By myself but I feel so evil
2k9 don't know who I am
Yea I'm talkin bout you not my fan
Go for

on your ass, ain't got no motion, tryna make demands
Hustle is what builds you, it ain't money that's gon' make the man
You say you a gangster, but we know

courage to get a reply
I left the bar for you
Sick of waiting around for one of those days to come by
I could feel my wings melting as I crept up on the sky

angry
So can you try to understand our perspective
Can you confess that you’ve been blind
Can you confess this isn't something I'm making up in my mind

a damn...got damn

(cye my n**** you got this shit?)
Tool on my hip, like I'm “Go-Go Gadget”
Only a Smxxv verse will make a bitch get ratchet
Roll up propane,

me step back then I blow by 
To the hole that a bucket yea this is showtime 
Hold up yea said this is yo time 
Coming from they saying that you won't

shots, baby more than 50 Cent
Is this a war I'm finna win?
Fighting with myself I'm so tired of being tired of myself
I know I probably feel better prior

Mad Mad World

Jumpsteady

Chaos Theory

they're in and they're out 
Your stress point builds up, you're ready to shout 
But let me tell ya a lil something, that will not work 
'Cause all you

for the stars I’m on fire just like charcoal
They try to lock me up and throw away the key like Ralo
Trump wanna build a wall while single mamas can’t

the game
Not on my watch, not on my clock
Ticking time bomb waiting till the time stops
Im 50 '03, I'm the nine shots
On the ground now how you gon' kick

Lotta niggas clowns need a trapeze
Lotta niggas Wifey's was a trap queen
This feel like a Spike Lee flick
Tell lil mama to hit me she tryina build
Pull up

be keeping it real, aye

Keep this shit a dollar, I don't keep it fifty cent
I was out there every night, that Marathon on 55th
Nigga all I know is