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Это шутка конечно
Я хочу умереть старым, в один день с андеграундом
Когда 50 cent станет ванхандредфаузэнтнахуй
Leave me in a kitchen with 3 grams

options
Scared of what I might find

Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in

on liquor
I give a fuck about excuses for a shitty friend
50 Cent wit' a gauge hunted by many men
R.I.P. to my love in remembrance For yo' fake smile ten

No many men 50cent
Please go away
Temptations they come and they go
We move fast
Yeaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Everything's fine at the moment
Don't

got me to lose, mixin' with
klonopins
See if I touch the stars, I can
Boy, that's what I represent
Kill many men like 50 Cent
Ain't got a gun, then

boss hog ball
Facetime when fifty-cent call
I can get it
Winter, summer, fall
Left a hundred K in lennox mall
Creeper low
Still standing tall

Yes

now we ride around with choppas with the seat up
And bitch I'm taking all your shit, 100 percent this ain't no prenup
And bitch I feel like 50 cent I

and roll

Living check to check, you dropping $50 on the hoes
40 making niggas lean back, I know you thought a joe
While you buy a pint to drop a deuce,

take it
Uh, uh
Man, who let these niggas in
Time to beat them up, Mortal Kombat
Finish them, call me 50 Cent, yea im hated by many men
JiggySquad

all or the kid will die trying
Piece of mind, got 50 cents worth that's 25 that prying
In my life, check back when you do business with ya thoughts

Y'all want some evidence, I'll show it
Hated on by many men
Got me feeling like my names 50 Cent
I'm reality, you a gimmick
Chuck me a fire ass beat I'll

your rent
If it wasn't for they mommas, niggas be livin' in a tent
I can fuck her off my name, I ain't gotta pay a cent
Tell me what I look like, paying

to punt
Here's your L
Think and grow more you amateur
Just another drug dealer you think
He is the The One Premium Grader
Street price was 50 cents
He

know.

Because bled by many cents of 50, a joe,
Death seems easy, while life's the foe,
He isn't dead,
c legend instead,
If my words could be said.

Okay,

pain in a prada fit
I won't fuck her, I don't need that energy she just swallow dick
Fuck 10 cent Booga got a thousand dollar dime bitch
My Ears

the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know

(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold

on chili just like sriracha is
If she got a gag, gotta give me that cents like 50, not talkin' bout maracas
I can't go bendin' to Casino, gotta stop chick

out

It ain't tricking if you got it, give a hand out
If you a fan, I better see them hands now
Not CB, 50 cent, but I'm the man now
Trucks, yes, you

rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All

this juice
'til my hands get heavy, and my pants get loose. 

I gave 50 cents but all they got was bad news
Seems the odds are stacked against me, and so

they don't come with no benefits

So I give them nice shots like they 50 cent
Now you see why I fuck with many men
And I keep plenty of them
How could

moments picture my life all up in your frames
I used to cop munchies 50 cent now I'm in the game
Got my killer with me so please no pictures till I leave

bread won't even let you hold 50 cent

I come through fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
You old news need to go into retirement Or i
Intensive care,