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I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I

berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by

with him
Showed me 50 Cents "Many Men"
He said they got him once but fucked up cos he ain't dead so he ain't done yet
On and on
And everyone I need in

backyard
niggas act hard on the 'gram but really be track stars
1954 Nascar suit in a Jaguar
Bulletproof vest like 50 Cent in a fast car
This beat sound like

bad cause I
Know that I can -
I ain't gotta reason to fear
It if it's a man
Forty five in my left hand, and F
- M in my right hand
Three fifty seven in

distress
Now all this mackin’ I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change I gave 50 cent out to many men 
I slam my doors my

up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain

A letterman in the rain
We at the club, 100s and
50s I'm makin it rain, sike nah
All of y'all know I'm kiddin'
Like the rubber broke
Gettin money and bitches

been robbed, never been shot
Never been stabbed and I'm not a gangster I'm a Rapper
Grew up on 50 Cent so I know that I'm not a Wanksta
I'm more

tilbake ble du skremt
For Castor Bean kom inn
I gamet 20 år for sent

Kongen av New York Bo Biggie og 50 Cent
Jeg gjør om v'en i Vlone om til en W
For

to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never

to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see

They said by the time this shit drop everything been done paid off
Foreign car outside man
We at the penthouse type of vibes with this one
Foreign

think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah

I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys

the sauce and the thrill make the bill worse
One hitter hit me up saying can I ask you something quickly
He asked can I get your two cents? here's 50
Get rich

had me thinking 50 Tyson's the besy
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
That purple kush had me walking in slow mo

Half of these motion detector cameras

gotta know the difference
It's a crazy world we living in
Everybody want the power and that word, to 50 cent
Tell me why I'm hated by so many, many, many

practicing with the Auto-Tune plugin, which has actually been
Around since the fifties, when it was invented by a television network weather reporter
And just

hopem
Ma go Bravo Popcorn rap się cofnął

Dziś młodzi gangsta rap kojarzą tylko z 50cent'em
Nie pamiętają Bogny Świątkowskiej słuchają Eskę
Zbuntowani

and drugs filling cereal bowls

A fleet of limousines idle lined in the lot
A penthouse with a helipad, a 50-foot yacht
A mansion in the Hamptons

to forget
Russian nigga on de club was fuckin
Like a 50 cent
I ain’t black
But I have black soul
Niggas in de Paris
Give respect yo
All bitches are the same

wanna see the city now
Places to go can't sit me down
Now my Life's A Trip like Trippie's album
I just wanna whip for fifty hours
Lots in my life

They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off

whoosh up in her liver?)
Yes, and these kids for her dinner
Now listen there girls and gents
They ain't ever seen 50 like Cent
They ain't ever gripped up