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poor Y'all Shady Shady (shady) Yeah, bitch, come on I done worked hard all night, shit Put that one thing on, throw that one dress on for me (me
God put them in Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men (Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
history of hip-hop From way way back (His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father Charlie Ahern Wild Style And 50 Cent's Fifty and More I used to read this to my
they won't tell me what not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that
I let one take my chain Imma have to blow a brain God blessing me know that I'm heaven sent Y'all got a youngin Bent Got put that body up stuff it
one all In all, they gave me magazines, tea Some better soap than the prison's soap An earphone radio, and extra chow There's Chris Who gave me
, nine times outta ten the nine is on me Feds search the god, but nothin' they find on me When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner Unless you hate
mattress bed In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
Woah, woah, wassup, wassup Thanks for having me, I appreciate it Thank you for stopping by I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone Yeah
Super hero Clark kent Feel like 03 50 cent I done gave more Then I spent Let me vent
of God it's been gravy lately Used to believe them lies of the haters I let 'em sway me Gave attention to useless rumors and talkin' it drove me crazy But
from 50 Cent side, but we already knew how to rob Mom tried to get the church to talk to me so I could stop We used to walk to the park, now we spinning
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you
cause he lays down the law so smooth like little tiles He might switch up his style so you better not question What an almighty God does with
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
the Ason Givin' it to ya raw baby The raw deal, because These lovely rhymes made by the one and only I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
time God outlined me to shine like the claw during clutch times through these cold rhymes Not a lot of dope minds left just doped minds which leaves
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills Askin' moms for 50
Don't feel sad that you don't yet feel P Even I underrated P I gave you a few proofs so you can go And let me know if ever you need some more I
down, I was hung down Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that
Get up on hustle, don't feel sorry for yourself Get that generation wealth Can't play with me, I play chess by myself Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah God
the label of the month Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal' Got a dope style, sound just like so and so What's her name, runnin from ya, even
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