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like 50 cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say holy shit
I had one cup of Henny straight,

cents in and stir the pot (Uh huh)
You used to be my dog (For real) now I don't even know you (for real)
Used to vent to you but now I can't even approach

cost like 50 cents 
Smoke a jay and stay high 'til I'm 56
Chef Curry in the pot boy I flick the wrist
I won't take your brother or your mother  
Just

week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

clean yeah
You see my wrist you think we whippin' up a remix
I see no competition, new watch limited edition
Broke boy no pot to piss in
This the real

want it
Better go on with all that bologna
Boy you flaw and you phoney
I'm as real as it gets
Your homie soft and he pussy
I'd rather chill with his

MTHREE' so sick he got the flu
Check on they wrists if they is my crew
She get replaced 'cause she got a mood
Kept by my side 'cause that is my dude

boys but I ain't talking Remy
(Holding Remy) Get a feature boy you need a pretty penny
Got a lump on my glock beneath that's the
Titty, On the real note

v9

98 gang im homerton living SLATT
GET bent by my kitchen, back roads this ding dong spinning 
see him ,Ching it, my young boys did it 
how's he

them outfits Skims (shit, okay)
That bandana burgundy 'cause of brims
Fifty cent tear out that seal no bird gang, this him

You ain't fly, that ain't

with him
Come get with a real man girl forget him
Me a rude boy shorty can you take a hint
I want you with me baby please forget him
I don't wanna wait

(huh)
Sneak the quarterback
Just in case he gon' run it
(sneak, pow pow pow)
Told that lil' hoe "no"
Just in case she want money (huh)
In my 50 Cent

Too Hot

JT the Bigga Figga

Street Warz

2002

arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go

"Niggas bit

real and
Got a rude awakenin'
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I
Never like fa cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike

hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big  ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt

shotta, boy rude, 
I tell you.....
When you getting to the bag you cant lose
I tell you.....
Cause When you poppin all these bitches love & choose, 
I tell

rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken

Drippin' in Giorgio Armani, you smell me?
I do a walkthrough, switch in my trench 
Ain't wastin' my breath, ho ain't worth a cent
And this shit personal,

oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now

Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make

He was the druglord of East
Oakland who made twenty
To thirty thousands dollars a
Day selling narcotics
In a slum "He cool, he real cool i
Like

white don dada
Rude boy, it's a white boy summer
Bad gyal, white don dada
Rude boy, it's a white boy summer
Buss it down, Thotianas all out by

We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying

(He a Mickey)
Still coppin' twenties and fifties
(Twenties and fifties)
Tell security he is not with me (Not with me)
And no, he can't hit my marijuana