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me Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly) By the end of 5th grade more than
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest I'm Sia with
around I sing, trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents I'm a man of means by no means King of the road
With something gorgeous Put highway miles on these bitches Like a tour bus Daddy Warbucks, without a born trust Diamonds all on this black gold Like
murder, and got locked up in jail, And had to hang until your life was done, I wouldn't call it murder for inspection not a rope I'll be by your side
sh** is kinda crazy 8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f*** When my granddad died he was 88 He
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her.. Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
house with eight vowels You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your shitty house writing rap songs I use to run in niggas house with the mac on I guess
H Town bass Harlem Shake down, Cape Town Till the details of our escape down We was hungry but it's more than enough on the plate now 8 mile
stuck for so long to the steering wheel Seven out of ten Eight out of ten Nine out of ten Good shot Here's your 50 cents Good luck
best trade unions I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers Walked across two
one-fifty on 8 Mile My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now Problems, I don't let them kill me Clap one time if y'all feel me (bitch) Clap one time if
I'm in twenty fifty eight Hot as hell I might of did a tour in all fifty states I aint greedy but the gang wit me we need fifty plates And now these
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
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
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah) Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) G-Unit This rap shit plays
Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom Buys
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs
more pacing I need dollars commas and cents Execute we proactive Procrastination can get you hit Lesson learnt Money well spent You trust everybody Naw
kens I broke a couple a records And set a couples trends Get rich or die trying well I need a quicker lick Nah I need a 100, what's this 50cents I
Trailers for sale of rent Rooms to let 50 cents, now No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Now two hours of shoving broom But
a special from the NiNE8 Collective That's that real live bunch from West of the river, and I am referring to the WEST SIDE, NW & SW REGIONS...NiNE8
going In the arms making workplace Then they pretend to be gripped by Some sort of political reflex But all they're doing is paying dues To the Military
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