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bust it all
On her chest
Having talks with myself
G you got to get rich
Or die trying
Now I'm feeling
Like 50 Cent
Whether rap work or not
I'm going

hours
Or not

If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something

trip talking slick (talking slick)
Whole team stay fresh to death (fresh)
Hoes still won't get a cent (not a cent)
I've been working overtime (overtime)

with that left and right Hook like I'm Mike Tyson
Fifty cent i'ma get rich or die trying
Cause I had 8 shots
Every shot I took
A veteran at 17
They think

(Hook)
I can’t trust no bitch I got these bands now,
Surrounded by my brothers ain’t no friends now,
Touch one of them guys and it’s a man down,
I

can't eat
I'm that nigga they can't beat
Man these niggaz be too creep
I swear these niggaz be too weak
If it don't make money
It don't make sense
Tryna

conceited
well I did do it all by myself
Fuck a label, they ain't never catching a vibe
Cause when Indy rappers show up they can't even keep 'em alive
Tryna

I hate that bitch
At the 7 11
He's always charging me the wrong price
99 cents for a can of coke
When it says 50 cents is the price
If it wasn't

You can't fuck wit the Don if you didn't know
You can't fuck wit the game its in me luv
I ain't never been a lame if you didn't know
Betta drop that

Fifty shades of red in my bed, I'm like drugs (drugs)
She a sex addict fiend and she'll even fuck the plug (and that's me)
She know if she want it, she

the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying

a song for my soul and my daughter unborn. I miss you.

Chorus (Leah Janea)

Oh Lord, I got so Much Going For Me 50 million worries that i can't see is it

chicken scraps man da nerve of u/
I guess a band all in  ones make u look  lit in dat birds view/
Nah I ain’t really with da cappin it don’t make cents it

and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's

Harvey Dent
My nigga, you won't pull up
This a place that you ain't hardly been
(Uh) got many men who hatе on
Me like Curtis Jackson, 50 Cent
Ay, I'm in

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

shid more than life it gat me feeling different
Coz I put that on my momma
Can't take it back when I had no cent
In the beginning it been struggles
All

Swap It Out

Justin Bieber

Journals

2013

Forever

Eye for an eye, remember when I told you
Wipe your pretty eyes, dry 'em on my shoulder
You ain't gotta try, try to get closer
Fifty-fifty

Headshot if a nigga play

Got the hittas on speed dail
Call at 7:50 he be dead by 8

Face cover with a mask nigga
And the gloves on
Brah leave no trace

rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In

In My Section

Quando Rondo

From the Neighborhood to the Stage

2019

label me a real one
(Boy50)

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well

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

on the line for you If I got to
I'd be robbing but got a gift so I don't got to
By any means imma get rich or die trying like I'm fifty
And you half

stopping ‘till I’m rich, or ‘till I die trying
Turn 50 cents into a dollar man I wish that I was lying, oh
Lay down, lay down, yo
Shots fired, lay down, lay