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that they hate me 
I got me a snub nose
Niggas turned roguish 
But a nigga been cutthroat
Catch em down bad 
Shoot em thru da peacoat

Back in da field

you was out looking lonely
Bought us 50 cent cake to show you that you was my homie
Had a lot on my plate you scraped it off and kept it going
Real

I'm drivin 
Back to my spot
Mapped it on Waze
Report those cops
Two can play game
Like Vivica Fox
Damn 50 Cent you've got to be hot
Like this flow it's

live for today, fuck tomorrow
Down to earth, yesterday’s in the rear view
Never look back, keep my steps in tact
Sipping on something keep my body

But still looking out for Ha-ters

(yah)

50 acres 

That’s the dream 

I’m Holding back the steam 

From all this fucking heat you hearing,

It’s

can keep on wishing
And the same thing for me
Bitches give us ten feet
Here's your fifty cents
Go get some gum out the machine
I'mma slide on
Then I'mma

to flock 
(whosamarion verse 2)
(Huh)
You know I'm still gettin hot 
Press him like a pill 
He boutta get popped 
50cent I take ya bitch to the shop 
cnd

Sometimes you gotta talk about how you're down
So you can get back up

For real

$8000 whip
Put a Grant on my wrist
Got a grant for the education

there to take what they can get
And they'll sell ya to another for fucking fifty cents

Like, hey, think of it this way, see
Do you want someone just

better
We chasing bags feel like mayweather
Buss it down gave em new pressure
Left her alone told her do whatever

I'm from the city of drive by's
They

back and forth, girl you don't forget
Up in Newport don't light the cigarette
Cuz we put it on ya life, you my everything
Told you that I'm fuckin' down

cent with many men
Ain’t never once complained
Cursed with a pen Blessed with a gift
My feelings in my hands
Blood rushing down my veins
I’m writing down

The way I hit the gas gonna make you scream louder
I just wanna be like 50 Cent, give me the power hour
Can't you tell that it's hot from this work of art?

them hands now not CB 50 cent but I'm the man now trucks Yes You know
I'm finna ride out In the jet
Yes you know we fly out
In the maro Then we gon'

on Pinocchio scoping dopes untill all finished
Ugh, no 50 cent but it's many men that wanna test and see if my crew been a threat
Hitting hollows off the hip his

Catch A Flight Now I'm Gone
Shoot Back Out Of Town
I only come back just to drop off some pounds
Sliding sipping syrup
With bout 50 some rounds
Nigga

So I'm breakin' down everything
Servin' niggas bags of Mary Jane
Thirty dollar grams of the meth
Eighty dollar grams of the food
Fifty round drums

Hate the fifties love the dubs and the hundreds
I turnt myself up they think I came from money
Trap look like Black Ops all these gotdamn zombies

I am 
You stuck in line rush hour Jackie Chan
Take one for the team call me iron man
Like 50 cent I guess that I'm the man 

Hein

Swear my dick is

and imma say it to yo face again
Make a song with 50 cent and call it many men
Have praise for a nigga in the red now
Cuz I'm the king and imma say it till

down he can't get an appeal
I'm feining bad I just need me a pill
Hit from the back and I blowed out her ribs
I'm not attached I do not need to feel

Did

All falls down
All falls down

Uh, y'all ain't hearing me
But lil mama she put fear in me
Ex was a nigga, so lil mama some queer in me
Drive me so

you love me if I was down cause
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't take the bus home
I'm

in life more family and less friends

I know money power funny love only make sense /cents
Spent plenty ours eating downers my eyes wet
Pray for sowers