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mi'e sutu yu e dok' (dok)
Mi mi e shine yu yu e SKERR 
Di mi be hoss' yu be sidong 
Now mi e spend yu e eik
Fifty cent weli jean skinny jean tek'

thirsty, they quench (quench)
Fuck love, triple x
Feeling Drizzy, I'm upset (upset)
Wishing death, many men
Get rich, fifty cent (cent)
Seven to five, that's

in the party yo bitch off the molly 
Rollin' up piss yea I pearl and I spark it 
I know you mad I can tell by the talking 
I got the drip boy you see

Akon
For the apron it was 8th grade
I was still studying many men
People said I looked like 50 cent
I never thought I resembled him
Fuck it I'm all bout

Late 
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day 
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my  bank account had 50 Cent 
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit 
But I had Common

Sometimey

Originoo Gunn Clappaz

The M-Pire Shrikez Back

Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Pussy boy then retreat
All the rude boy then retreat
M-F-see come to take over
Retreat all

Lay a nigga down and I'm not fucking gay
Pullup to da bank pull out racks out da safe
U be saving hoes fuck nigga need cape
U gotta be real before I

the telly
Polo on, glasses on, looking kinda spiffy

Ain't no way im mini, ain't no mickey
I know real shooters
Who gon aim it at yo kidney
I count checks by

Yeah real
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em

I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in

Big S too hot
Real talk how I smell like a million bucks
Divide that by nothing and that’ll give you how many fucks
Or how many guns been shot
Or how

must be real lonely
'Cause right now he all by his self
Almost at 10 dollars
He bought him some bigger shells
Sayonara senorita
7.62's they gone eat em

don't take offense
I'm bullet proof I think I'm 50 cent
Keep it stack
Give 100 percent

can't hear, what you saying, why you goin' Iggy on me? (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets, bands, choppa from Afghanistan
50 Cent said it best
Many men wishing death

Runnin'

Game

Put You in the Game

2005

don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they

A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized
Wise men build and destroy
While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealin' boy
Coke suppliers actin'

Yea
Just touched down in your city
I'm 'bout to get litty
I might spend like fifty
Yea
These demons try'na get me
But I'm moving way too shifty
I'm

can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you

The Bottom Line

John Dossett

Newsies

1992

sixty cents per hundred instead of fifty

They'd have to sell ten more papers just to earn the same amount as always

My thought exactly
It's genius

a legend soon, shit, I'm a legend now
And that's real shit
Said I'ma be a legend soon, I'm a legend now

Yo, fifty thousand in the drawer, at the W with

startin' to think that you gay, like 50 Cent, cause you wanted by many men
You a gangbanger with a country accent, you a country boy or a city kid
When I see

the campsite
Raise ya guns or put ya hands high
Ain't no time for you to stand by
Welcome to the crash site
Nothin' left but the survivors
And them til

or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross
I take

Yeah, yeah
This for my real hip-hip heads out there 
Check it 

Time to administer sinister thoughts 
Discussing all the negativity and demons 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