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Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

you've ever believed in 
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers, 
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll 
Against the mutha fuckin

Hard Margin [Street Version]

The Creators

Hard Margin

2000

and Mos flourish
The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists
Hard margin

What if I drop the hard bargain?
We the reason why Cipher start

Love Me

Green Day

Alternative: The Best Songs

2005

rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)
My buzz is

Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo

It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm

that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?

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

Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags

I flash the merch
You gon think it's 50 Cent cause it's a Massacre

Roll with me if you're ready to party
We gon make a dance floor of the hotel lobby

never wear a tight pair
‘Why?’
Balls so big they might tear
Yo
All my true friends still kick it with me
I’m a nuisance out the wicked city
I got 2 cents

on demand (Say what)
I got 50 Cents in change but shit I'm still the man (Say no)
To these niggas (Yeah yeah)
They don't understand (Nah they don't)
All these

lie my sentence
I'm worth a billion
Dollars worth on mother fucking game
And I can not leave till I'm finished
Aye
Shout out 50 Cent
Aye
Still getting

Whenever I see you
That's ICU
Critical the illest individual
Came up on 50 Cent DMX and Mystikal
Everybody got straps and gats and guns and funds
But

grabbed the mic and said fuck it
I was twelve years old writing rhymes in my class
Thinking I was fifty cent they could hate it or love it
I'll be doing

the rent…
I could smell the pussy
On these niggas
Bumping 50 cent…
Greet me with respect
When you see me
Cause I ain't convinced
I keep my distance
From all

slenderness with a tenderness
The one who spun PT, the illest CD to hit the SI
I'm destined to stay high, I pray I die of fashion
With no compassion, people

battle anyone that say they better than
Send them in,  tell them fifty cent you'll need many men
Cause I could take the game unless it's Eminem
I'm outa

no dad
beats and studio is all I had
I'ma get rich or die tryin
For fifty cent, I'll sling the iron
In middle school, I was sellin' that crack
You try

King of the Road

Rufus Wainwright

Fall Forecast

2005

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys

King Of The Road

Rufus Wainwright

Brokeback Mountain [Original Score]

2005

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys

(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men

You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care

Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like

I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent

I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't