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Past or present day
Check my resume still climbing
So get out my way
Living with scars
Baptized by fire
My kredentials left tears
For my Angel I admire

heart is where it's at;
Muthafucka just look if you don't believe a nigga
No acts,
I only kick facts
I'm horrible with fiction
I feel I'm who these niggas

Jack's heart is cold
Try to bundle up
He saw neon signs hugging plastic cups
There's two dollar drinks Lloyd topped him off
They just called the cab

Beg for Mercy

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones

Every time you come around (yeah, yeah)
My heart drops to the ground (ground, ground)
You bring the summer to the winter
You turn a saint to a sinner

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, I'ma block hugger
I respect real G's like Don Fischer
I'm not ya middle man
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar
King

when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I

thinking

We don't know anyting'
We're just finding
Our way and it's menacing
You see we got told
Everyting' a everyting'
By a human who's the same
What do

Follow Me Gangster

50 Cent

Cradle 2 the Grave

2003

where you from 
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder 
That's why the mac react like a king cobra 
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers

The King is Here

Kim Walker-Smith

Still Believe

2013

The King is here, the King is here
Hallelujah, God You're here
The King is here, the King is here
Hallelujah, God You're here

We are captured by You

Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You

I am called to do great things
I am call to be a king
I am a king
I am a king
Yes I am a king
Walk by faith and not by sight
I can do anything
I am

kings this is why this rings So true with my heart depicted in hymns - the victim, the sin toppled crowns of my Kin
When we were kings this is what I Sing

Stomp of King Porter

The Manhattan Transfer

Swing

1997

When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

to the savage thing, that the battle king
does when I stab and swing, slice jupiter, slash saturns rings
splinter venus, then leave the man in the moon
wounded in

Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City

I've been doing my own thing

(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus) 
Y'all

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause

Young Kings

Meek Mill

Dreams and Nightmares

2012

to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my

Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"

Today I'm carried by a league

the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,

the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,

Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds

They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For

follow the path of our King
We enter Your courtyard with nothing, leaving all hope in the dust 
You give us drinks from Your fountain, we give our hearts