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done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these

go spin the benz
With this flow I feel heaven sent
On these beats we be killing them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys

[50 Cent- CHORUS 2X]
Every hood we go through,
All the gangstas around know my whole crew,
We hold it down like we 'sposed to,
Nigga you could front,

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

for little shit
And my track record ridiculous and that mack10 be magnificent
Packing that power like 50 cent be back in a hour to finish him
These

but try to act like 50 Cent
So we gone treat him like 50 Cent
Shoot his ass nine times like 50 Cent
But the only difference is he won't live again
Tryna

you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon

Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my

crumbs like You don't need the bread
They be dying for clout
So they get left for dead
Ain't nobody I could vent to
Ferragomo my body
I feel fresh to death

put one inside his contact lens

Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz

Death wished on me by many men 
But I ain't 50 cent feel like

upon me that's many men
50 cents you won't drive by mini van me
I spoke to your bitch said minute man you
I tend to spin blocks like ceiling fans uh
Bad

Living This Life

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

be lookin' at me funny
Watchin' the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)
I don't wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin' life in

shit homie you're dead to me
All that I did for you, should be in debt with me
I'm on the moon
Higher then helium in a ballon
Tripping on shrooms
Couple

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

the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

[50 Cent]
You heard Banks

a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for

Long Time

Bunny Sigler

Game Theory [Clean]

2006

Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got

Kung Fu

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi 3

2018

men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm

Instead, I bake apples like Jesus drank red
Tell you in a TED, talk to the feds, nah not me
Otherwise I'd be dead, fresh as a new piece of lead
A piece

make sense then it don't make no cents
It feels like half time on the clock and I'm down by ten
I always thought it would be easy
I should've known

Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo

It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm

Groupie Love

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've

(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve

army all by my lonely
I barely got any homies cause niggas they be so phoney
It's more than rhymes, I'm a picture painter, a artist of rhythm
The rapping

twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her