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the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end

Confessions

Yeah them hoes fleeek
N them hoochies stay callin cuz them hoes want T
But Pussy ain’t free
And Tru never triccin
More like hoe pay me
Or pay me no

Gangsta Shit [RMX]

50 Cent

Bulletproof, Vol. 4

2008

told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 could even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking

ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his

the cuckoos nest, I just flew
Lock me up with jacky boy
I can bring a nickel son
Pay a guard to act coy
Imma bring the bitches buns
One, Two, Three to the Four

Where were you when I needed you the most?
You know you wasn’t there by my side
These niggas 50, I keep a 50 on me
Let them know they gon ride
That's

You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay

So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get

home with 50 cents
When you go home with 100 grand
How the fuck you gon claim the land
That you motherfuckers stole
From them Native Americans
I just

Curtis, I got fifty cent on me
Fresh than a bitch with a blick on me, I told her

Come spit on it, sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I got it

Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit

This rap shit plays

Man, I'm just tryna live life
Everybody got they two cent for me
But don't ever wanna do shit for me
Y'all can keep yo' change
'cause I'm just tryna live

And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her

Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go
They gon' treat you like you jus' another ho

50 Cent

She just she just tryna bring me down bitch do not accuse
Yeah we gon kick you down just like maajin buu
She just tryna lick my dick had to make her pay

They greet me at the door by my government name (hello?)
I made a promise, I'm never gon' change
Rolls-Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah

don't need me

You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine

give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,

don’t get near
And tell your lil brodie we pourin’ ‘Tell
Don’t you tryna compare, this bottle is rare
Sometimes I feel lonely, but never gon’ catch me

to pay for it
I'm a motherfucking G
And I should make these bitches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
Niggas stay

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) 
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle

I Got It

Bhad Bhabie

I Got It

2017

a safe
They know me by first name at boa (yuh)
I jump on this beat and it's doa
Out of my struggle, I found a way
Lost a few homies along the way
But

a b*tch out like a wrench
Smokin za it got a stench 
Like Mr.Krabs I needa pinch
I'm thinking mo den 50 cents
Im thinkin mo den 50K
How tf to get a bag 
I

walk by
This is why I'm Kosher
Scared to approach her
Pretty mf, I ain't even gon hold ya
Bitches round me dancin
Diamonds on me glisten
Walk up in