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what you need (one two) it's all fucked up now what the fuck yall gon do now (50 Cent) Yo Yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two) it's all fucked up now what the fuck yall gon do now (50 Cent) Yo Yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan
Baltimore City, New York City You are now rockin' to the sounds of your girl, Lil' Mo You can't hate on me 'Cause I just wanna chill and take a ride
and Dame Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame And that bitch gave me the ass She gave me the brain Until 50 cent run up and take your chain He ain’t
Won't you dance with me Yes I read it in the New York Times That was on the stands today It said that dreams were out of fashion We'll hear no
socialable, nigga we too disposable If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker Go 'head, try something live or die by these numbers I'd
they math Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash 50 Cent Italian, icy flow This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone Cause they
with ha I lost my top and dropped my opp right before I shook the scene You got the same fit on this me can't make it look it's clean Ain't 50 cent my
nigga do (what's up?) New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate I'm
to me or call me dad I will always be here for you however I can But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man Come by for a while Or you can even
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major I don't even write rhymes, I
like an ATM My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look Niggas
Sandler was Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't Have made fun of that car crash That was some hard shit to live through But
lay It's hard to survive nigga or The high where you stay I'm important like the Pope I'm the king of New York I'm live from South Central I'm a Muslim
V4.2 Fanny My only purpose, to beat the cattle barons from obtaining financial gain. V5 Husband A worthy cause, for sure, my dear. But, one day’s
mothafuckas outta yo' mind? We them niggas who be holdin' it down Half of the reason you live Other fifty percent of the reason you frown Behind the back you
rapper tryin' to mimic him And that's what really rose up out of Michigan, The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha! You would never know
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
Oh because I run New York.. I told you..
want to live you got to say a prayer New York welcome to my hood I'm a show you all what's really good Welcome to my hood Death in the air If you want
must be a better way There must be a quicker way 21, good looking from New York Custom built to make good business talk (It makes the women talk)
the cracks by habit, that's a position that I done mastered Exercise my mind, if they got questions, I got answers Stand to scrape to the sky, 'cause my
why It's not necessarily because you're lazy But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy Commercials and advertisements from
another knot Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit Feeling like 50 Cent when he
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