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a flying outfit for less than 50 cents
Fuck yo lil bitch her outfit needs a little stich

Need a little stitch
Need a little stitch bitch
Need some more drip

never just ignore the signs and walk into some mess
So I'm asking is there just one leader or is there many men
Because my 50 cent is scripture gives us

and cents fifty
Like Curtis Jackson
Ready for lights, camera, action
Don't perform
If you ain't coming with passion
Accelerate like gas
Win in convincing

who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many

a glance
Through my eyes
And you'll see all the times
They tried to break the man
Breakin down these pussies my myself
I don't need many man
50 cents is all

I spent in beats
Then about another six fifty just to get the shit mixed at least
Album cover's two hundred, plus the production of physicals
Music

The Smurf Syndrome

J-Zone

Presents a Bottle of Whup Ass

even when she drunk off the tonic gin
Wastin fifty cents in the phone, it took two calls
After conversation, blue balls
Lookin for a way to release this

First things first, let's get it straight
Yeah I'm taking shots at all fifty states
Who illustrate that same sex, gay marriage
Kids that's raised by

Bitch I ball the hardest imma win regardless
Day by day deposits count it count it
Damn I'm clean af in this chevy truck
Wipe me down wit a bounty

at that 
because we’re living on the front line affected by gun crime 
we're standing strong we’ve been struggling a long time

How we gonna make it out

know I'm not a gangster so I gotta change my image
I'll be calling up my dentist for some gold veneers
This is so sincere, a love letter to my city
Aging

the way you see me looking drippy
I'm not much the type to find myself getting real tipsy
I'm just focused on my game, I got a tre for every fifty

But, no

going lazy
50k on my sneak, I get drip
Many niggas, be capping for real
Ain't no trust, that I get for this bitches
I got slime in my Jean ima gangster

i shazam, u niggers 
I slap  u with the mike on ur face 
Because  ur becoming  a  disgrace  
With that wack shyt and yet u say ur doing  gangster

powerful
My lips are really weak

I am not a gangster
I'm inspired by most of em
Shout out to my father I can't boast of him
Momma taught me how to be

attention
Cause this game cost time
Make my time make sense
Turn them cents to a dollar
Turn them dollars into 10s
And 10s into 20s
And them 50s even 100s

bed what the fuck you thought
9th Wonder didn't want to sign me, said I should sign with Wayne
Or 50 Cent, hood music he don't feel my pain
Damn I

my rhymes 

I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it 
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling

But when the time bomb is ticking I'm gone to witness my God rid the swine gone 

Put the whole city up on my back now 
50 Cent against Ja Rule I'll

walking round rain on your parade
It's too much that's the same
Taking shots to the face
He charged her 50 cent it rubbed me some type of way
I was talking

dollars
And about fifty two cents
Should've listened to my father
He said that rap don't pay the rent
Dam
Half a million streams
It aint as pretty as it

proud of me
Want my guys to get loud with me
Couldn't picture how it'd be
Life Of The Party, 50 Cent, I'm in the club
The lengest tings show me love
These

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches