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on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan

I made Forbes with Diddy's and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm fully open, I play the bully on 'em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get

God did, God did, I'm a witness (woo)
I just sent fifty bottles to bitches (woo)
Know the gang in the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back

with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here

round here [x5]

No cent to my name like 50
Been keeping busy tryna stack a billi
Niggas talk a lot they ain't fucking with me
New York City, my city litty
If I can

state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit

in off the hustle just like I'm Nipsey
Ima get rich or die trying just like I'm 50
You gon be missing me you look like diddy
I am not coming home kuz

it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit

Cali Sunshine

Bilal

LAX [Clean]

2008

body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80's strip

do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)

Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay

This nigga A$AP Rocky fuckin' on Rihanna (whoa)
Everybody mad at stuff, shit is the new normal
The feds is on Clubhouse, don't say I didn't warn you

, I smoke the shit

50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,

And bronem tired he already spint like 50 blocks
Tryna catch a nigga walking make em diddy bop
I put that shit up on my soul I'm just living life
I pray to God

New York City (New York City) 
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(with 50 Cent) are you ready?
(are you ready?
Gun cocks) I said are you ready?
(are

and never come back if I could

[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop

Go

G-Unit Soliders

G-Unit

50 Cent Is the Future

2001

Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh

We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

G Unit

G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)

Pushin' Weight

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. I: The War Disc

1998

you dig it? 
You fed  you dead  see red 
My lead  yo head  I fed 
Like you shit 
I got rhymes push that shit like weight 
My nigga Lincoln help me

Bump Dat Street Mix

G-Unit

50 Cent Is the Future

2001

[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon

[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it

Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines

rhymes
Ulta flow no blush

What you think this shit new to me?
It's S.DIDDY yea I murda beats
2023 watch my stock increase
We Robin Hoods, Cryptocurrency

Made a racky with my partner and we split it fifty fifty
I feel better when he with me getting paper like the chop shop
Boppin’ like I’m Diddy

I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got

a silly watch 
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit

the "han" but the-
Yeah
Turn the lights on

Many men wanna fuck these bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Many men wanna fuck these bitches like 50