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(Oh, the wine cooler)

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
man
I run up on you, "man and all", I ain't no minute man
A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland
Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan
She so sit
Yea I’m white but I’m no 8 mile 
I spot a dike on the back of a dirt bike 
My inner self bout to fuckin rage now 
And I don’t care about none of you
Lookey i can be in boise idaho by 8am
Id walk 1000 miles barefoot 
Just to see my baby dem
But then
Lakebreeze just baby him
couture early afford only if lottery winn'
Variety fled burn' cube ice gardner paint' beauty grin
Cent jar sexy if I might ton ground grass chopped
Transit just to f**k s**t up 
Might hit The Factory just to f**k s**t up

F**k s**t up 8x

2nd Verse (Streetz)

I turn a quarter into a dollar, not fifty
can see 

Being a school mam
Controlling promiscuity after hours
Being a school mam
Giving out detentions by the dozen
Being a school mam
Give her fifty
and when we speak they listen
Well nigga you asked we look and we laugh
Depleted 50% of that mission right in that hand
[All the way]

[Verse 3: Layzie]
Now
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop

I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. 
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months. 
Two months,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
don't prosecute them 'cause it's how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit that's made in China
By an eight year old child tryna feed his mama
He
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
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
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
came from the A cause she say a young nigga got great wood
No driver license her face good
That trench life I'm from out the G like Curt them
Fifty cent
bricks
I had a jacob like 50 cent
In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga
I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years
Still ain't satisfied that's how
(price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (no)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (I'm too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)
to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
eight miles like Emenim
To get it in with many men like 50 Cent
Uh, and that’s power
That bitch not yours that’s ours
You can buy her chocolate
for you slacking
Nigga we make it happen
Still stackin' in greater fashion
While you dad hats steady Cappin'
Off 8.50 an hour, but nigga say he trapping
Jesus piece, you don't believe in Jesus
The ball in my hand I ain't gone fumble it tryna please ya
Many men like 50 cent in my shoes wit Visas
Odell got
as
Long I knew I knew I knew

I will never forget that moment
Unforgettable moment

I kid you not I was driving probably
Fifty miles per hour 
Because

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