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50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person
cashman When the rain pour Have ya rain coat Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke All black gnights I be talking like the pope All black lil nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger I'll pop somethin through ya,
got fifty more until this song go out Forty-nine lines to go, I'm really out here chasin' pape Dissin' in a song, I bet you get put on First forty-eight
Travelling 50 miles just to see her in the flesh Now the constant daily reminder of nothing that I can do Hope you're in a better place and you'll have your
"take your clothes off!" Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!" Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed
nothin, she just knows By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes Up and down [Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)] Whenever I'm not around, and you
for my fuckin' Pumas, run home and go fuck my room up These streets will try to vacuum you up That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile
One tenth of a milligram An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow) Let us observe the effects We get it We
And I gotta drive 10 miles to work but my truck got stuck in snow Well that’s just my luck there goes 50 more bucks to get that darn thing towed
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't
five cents It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that I'm ridin' 'Llac
the Chosen one By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend If relation will you be my rider to the end Confessions
[50 Cent:] Yeeh... I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck I'm'a
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit 50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah) Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?) Yeah, and you don't stop I do a one-eight
Trailer 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
a sprained jaw A lot of rappers on my list that just ain't Ja And I'ma read that motherfucker off come April You pussies think I went soft 'cause 8 mile
with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds 'Cause I put on drip every day
of pushing broom buys a Eight by twelve four bed room, I'm a Man of means by no means King of the road Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No
Trailer 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
watched the sun comin' up Through the fog on the windshield Through the steam from the cup Eight more miles Eight more miles Eight more miles We'll
fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room I'm a man
Followed by two-six-five-three-five-eight-nine Circumference over diameter Seven-nine, then three-two-three OMG, can't you see?
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