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Uh Oh

Mystikal

The Assassin

1998

at, get the gat, get the gat 

Where they at, where they at, get the gat 

[Mystikal] 

When Mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak) 

Fifty

of friends, finna make a million fans
ab make some new connections, go and shake on plenty hands
since a kid a thing for getting silly bands
50 cent jus aint

a Christian

That’s just the way this world’s designed

i’m On my 50 cent

I'll get rich or die trying

I'm taking control don't need them I keep climbing

I

for him
No HNDRXX I'm too toxic for all of them
One bad bitch and she fucking on many men
I guess that her pussy on 50 cent
And she back around and it's

class tagging on the avenues
Getting into mischief and blowing on chronic
Rest in peace Jose its cuz of you we bonded (RIP)
I was blasting 50 Cent Get

Child's Play

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele Instrumentals

2000

crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous

We just came to party
Why you hatin 
This a new jac
You can call me Nino brown
Keep a Keisha 
For a kid nap 
My baby stay clean by side
Like Selina

Girls cancun in the ninety's I am going wild
With the top down crusing down all the crowded streets
Got fifty cent can't get a dollar out of me
Ima

niggas broke
Ten chains on they neck
No intellect no morals no respect dam
I'm a OG still I would get these kids touch
Like 50 cents drop yah ass like

I'm still thinking about Nipsey and how life is so tricky
And why, so many white people call 50 Cent fiddy
And how, I could never refer to Puff as Diddy

trinkets feel like a nugget of gold when it's sold for fifty cents
The sun dips lower, casting long shadows
One by one, the castoffs find new homes, carried

Like 50 cent Ion like many men
Flame it up, cop a Lil twenty twen
It’s good for your eyes
Mama trippin' but it ain’t no surprise
Listen mama it just help

spray
Since tenth grade
Messed up in the membrane (Messed up in the membrane)
Memory's a jumbled jambalaya
Made from jungle, served by sensei
Since days

but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,

So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES

As I Reminisce

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

And after we worked up a sweat and got loose
We bought a Hero and a fifty cent juice

Word yo
Uneek, Uneek, remember back in the day?
Yo, let's Ice

Diplomats
50, Banks and Yayo, H.O.V. And Nas
Fnm bullets they got manicures they blue tip (all blue)
Flex, Clue, Angie Martinez shout out to Whoo Kid

Politically correct me

Flex disrespect
'Gainst the whole game
Respectively

Ice on my neck
Straight outta 50 cent machines

Why would I invest in the glamour

they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also

I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races

family or any friends
If Many Men wish death upon 50 Cent
How many people wanna kill you for a dollar then
Hollerin' loud with mids up in the splee
Slide

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

so Crispy 
And imma need that by Monday 
Shot out Out to 50
Who you thought it was 
Most hated who you gotta love 
Lit like a forest fire 
Electric 
Im