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to the rear
I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear
You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear
This 50 cent in my pocket came from

bodies. We been makin sht pop since 50 cent
Go shawty.
Now we in pent house fuckin up the whole lobby
 Hook
Wait, it’s almost your time
Can’t be late (won’t

Okay,
I’m alive, but need more
Seen some bodies on boards
Last time I was seeing my homies they was alright, but now I’m not sure 
News come

Learn Chinese

Jin

Room Service Presents the Combo Platter

50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know

'm too high, I'm too drunk, I'm too good, I'm on
It's Mister Body-everything and this ain't my song
So I promise baby won't take long
I come in, I fuck

Dude owes money and he think that it's cool
I got the frizzle on me, finna take him to school
If he think that I ain't lurkin' he gon' learn soon

silence Strapped up outside it's violent

This my 50 Cent get em bitch
Mobb Deep flow
RIP Prodigy
I ain't never shook tho
I'm Mac Dre Cutthroat
My commity

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

fifty cent if
I was Curtis Jackson
Finna suplex your lil' bitch
Off the Perky action
Smack the visor off his head
I heard he capping
I was young with

By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes

I'm doing me
Why they want me malfunction
They want to see me rock bottom
Eating out of a dumpster
By the Junction
Stack paper
Can't rub shoulders

carter
No feelings
In tampa with no celings
But im ny to death
9 Milly 14 in the clip
They can tell by my drip
Or the way i talk
Make yea body marked in

ain't seen him but I
Heard he still a bitch
I ain't get a thang off yo plate
I ain't splitting shit
Get rich or die trying
Bitch can't get fifty cent

A party 
Full of honest black scholars
Who want to see their people prosper 
Who are not about the dollar
‘Cause they sharing 50 cent
Who are out here

feelings when you know we was just F-ing
He hyperventilating so I told his ass to breathe
Wait, I know I got em sick just by the way that nigga sneeze
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