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won't leave a dent
Could pay many men and that's 50 Cent
But see, me, I want nothing less
I'm on to the next
I bump DMX but I won't DM ex
I don't need no

Could pay many men and that's 50 Cent
But see, me, I want nothing less
I'm on to the next
I bump DMX but I won't DM ex
I don't need no mess or no PMS
If

sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say

got a fat dime, call her 50 cent
Pretty face, but the waist measured by fitting fence
I got a silly sense, sorry just getting lit
whores do love Harley

to vent / and start trolling everybody like I'm 50 cent / Blac Youngsta I don’t talk funny / play the game trying to get that boardwalk money / listen homie

start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was

(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men

Long Time

Bunny Sigler

Game Theory

2006

Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it

shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
'Cause

then we gon' get a friend
Say they on my head, 50 cent, I at war with many men
Grab a mini van, he claim he's war then we gon' box him in
Did a lot for

they don't come with no benefits

So I give them nice shots like they 50 cent
Now you see why I fuck with many men
And I keep plenty of them
How could

I swear to god i been tryna be the bigger man
Trigger finger itchy i buss quicker than minute men
I feel like 50  these niggas looking like many men

the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers Automatics guns

Middle fingers up to the feds
Many men say they want me dead
Run it up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends

Losing Weight, Pt. 2

Cam'ron

Come Home with Me

2002

sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef 
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So

to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants 
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance 
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men 
Sell shares

dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone

Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh 
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga 
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I

it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go

I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight
But I’m still make it happen
I don’t know if I can

peoples head is round
Hers go up and down, like a peanut
She could be pretty
If her attitude wasnt so shitty
Talkin bout "you tryin to come through

bring a plate and wonder why they couldn’t sit with you
If you ain’t talking money then you better talk residuals
Never rode a wave I’ve always been

50
Drop and- nope matter fact, bitch
Never drop again
Until you drop dead
I admit that I got vices
Shit, right now I'm high again
But if you lyin'

of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us

Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into

dying trying
Hit you with 50 but not a cent
I be off the goose
Hang you up from a noose bitch motherfuckers be on the loose
But I be on the loose with