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me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for

need to go)

I'm hoping that my 2 cents will get me dollar bills
Been on fire with NuSince roasting ant hills
No more belts around my neck
Just loops

Fifty cent up to a dolla
Imma stack it till the end
All these women wanna holla
Eminem how I get m's
Like mmm should I stop now ?
Like mmm should I

I don't play Atari 
Steve Harvey 
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines 
Take time let it age
Fine wine 
If

Neva Had Sh*t

Gucci Mane

Murder Was the Case

2009

don't make cents/sense

I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they

50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home
New York - New York i run this city
I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy,

blast up
Real BIG style watch the kid break it down
Check it: thou shalt not fuck with
Nor see Poppa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper
There's

spending doe ( then I go) spend a couple bands spending 50 more ( yeah). Cant get no other nigga like that and fucked more chicks than I write tracks. Wrote

ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I

The Mechanic

50 Cent

The Return of the Body Snatchers: This 50 Cent, Vol. 1

high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma

Mechanic

DJ 31 Degreez

Stronger Than Ever, Pt. 3: G-Unit Edition

2008

high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma

been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told

Lights camera action, I get flashes
Roll the blunt, light it then pass it
Shit, it's potent on its on, baby ain't no need to gas it
You can be

roll 21 with 22 plays
23 I'm like the new Ye hustle hour, 24 a day
Pack the quarter, we ain't never change
50 hundreds 200 twenties with that other
St

baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by

I'm so lonesome I could cry.

King of the Road
(Roger Miller)

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got

Obsessed, she's a mess 
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
Triggered by

'm stepping on many of men cause these niggas play fifty no cent
When I'm busted you know that I'm bent
For a bucket could not be a simp
I can fuck her then

Angels

G-Unit

Wanna Get To Know You

2004

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin

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niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents

the rub by myself because

I do not fuck with no Niggas
I do not fuck with no Niggas
These niggas too fucking sneaky
Making me Nervous am biting my finger

a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many