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I’m rangers at ranches out of their ranges
Kickin shit up now these
Niggas can’t stand up
Sit down I'm too fuckin' profound
I'm rap Diddy to strangers,

Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)

Intro: (50

God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den

through the fall
Big bag like Santa Claus
New sauce for the summer sauce
Marchin' band, we the drummer boys
And tell the crib I'm on the way back

and the world against 'em
From a poverty stricken parable that our hearts had written
We come from fifty-cent bags of candy and penny pinchin'
It's like

band on Balenci'
I'm counting these hunnids these fifties
Do or die if you touch my chain
Fuck around let out bout 50
I did this shit on my own
All I ask

bunches[02:15.40]Got a couple pictures[02:16.50]From a baddie looking scrumptious[02:18.95]Aw[02:19.82]It's about to be something[02:21.86]Talking cents

current situation is
Cut my life up into pieces, hoe
Cut my life up into pieces, hoe
I held on hope
Fifty cents up in my pockets
Like I'm popping smoke
I'd

off the tree
Got VVS, this Water by G
It fit my wrist, a new Patek Phillipe
Ah, brand new coupe, I drop the top (Hood Baby)

Only 19 and I never

yeah)
We at private locations (Yeah! Yeah) 
This fly shit nothin new (Ooh woah)
You kept this under wraps
(Ooh ooh) and it's just me and you
Yeah, yeah

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

at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I was

Come on Down

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you

won't get a cent from me
Only when I die
Will she ever love me
I just hit the highway
Making money my way
Always by my lonely
You could never catch me

a motherfuckin' gangster
I got fifty racks right now (right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right left
New Double R, grippin' my banger
Countin' up

Here We Go [Jermaine Dupri Remix]

Too Short

Can't Stay Away [Clean]

1999

only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record

when I leave it's the dick you missing
Did it on my own don't need prescriptions
Ever since a young kid had the mission
Bitch like 50 cents
Bought her

I don't need no friends I don't need no new friends
I got Benjamin's I got Benjamin's
Uhhh dead presidents ayy where ya at
Shit, I don't need no

fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I

over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black

Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know

could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT

a Honda Came with 4 doors
She got like 5 bitches, by my lonely Called up 4 bros
He said he had some property, where At? That shit foreclosed
Niggas acting,

with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by myself all by myself 
All by myself I don't need nobody else
N I will not stop til I'm