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The Mechanic

50 Cent

The Return of the Body Snatchers: This 50 Cent, Vol. 1

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

Mechanic

DJ 31 Degreez

Stronger Than Ever, Pt. 3: G-Unit Edition

2008

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

or the single
They just tear it up on Spotify
Fifty million streams but
You're stressing about
Suddenly missing out on some cents, right?
I'll be damn lucky if I

50 Cent still had a crew
The black Mozart with a pen
Now with that said, now we can let the story begin
Who am I? Capital T, That Unf***withable Rapper

like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses

Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by

to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You

whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?

Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you

ass...
I chase a... muhhfuckin...

Bag...

Plus the bag be chasing me...
In this bihh
Spitting range
No Tom foolery...
Who is he?
Cause I never caught

sick? Then I'm a hot tattie 
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off
This nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri

ass boy I taste like Lollipop 
123 Open up them wallets Up
456 Betta buy me a Bentley truck
789 This money finna me Mine 
Ima dime plus ninety nine
50

soon, but I’ll leave you
With this if you don’t like me
Then just leave pissed

What if I get an F, is that the end
Of the world? No, I just keep on going

but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise

YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE

astounding
Imma turn this fifty cent to fifty thousand
I could turn a couple bricks into a mountain

Bitch
Bitch, I do it for my dawgs like Fido
Half a shade

'Bout It

Yung Joc

Step Up

2006

Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir

Straight from

as one, two three, cos
When the stars align you shall see
This aint just a nice melody
Being rich is your destiny

YOULL HAVE MORE MONEY THAN Fifty' cent

E.M.S.

G-Unit

No Mercy, No Fear

2002

Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You

you hold down the crib do your one twos you na'mean needs that (Ham-Town)
My autobody car shop thief n***** (Movers)
The fifty cent limber mamis

and I'm feeling pretty nauseous
Steering through the storm being fairly cautious
And the ringing in my ears is so obnoxious
My body aches like at the center

these cars is out
Lamborghini this, Porsche that
Can he afford that, yeah he bought that
Naw nigga, when I got my deal I ain't act like I was all that
Put

up in his cage
I'm tearing up this maze, my mode's sage
God days, punks trying to act innocent
But they not getting a single cent or gas, pimp it off

slay you so hard I'm the last one that standing

We looking for Kills man we coming for you
This forty-two glitz fitting perfectly on you
I saw

of the land
Gon' lose my mind if I'm gone in a can
I ain't gon' show remorse for a pussy nigga man
Turn your life into a movie, put it on demand

Give 50 cent

ends, but man I never felt this great
I feel my soul has affected my brain, still disconnected
But my body's resurrected, and now I'm seeing better