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Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah,

Know you think that I'm the one to blame
All this codeine in my cup, ain't tryna feel the pain
We gon spin they block, we takin bodies till they feel

In Cold Blood

Scarface

The Fix [Clean]

2002

I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner
Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin'

In Cold Blood

Scarface

The Fix

2002

I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner
Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin

It's Henny, finna turn the city up with this one, let go
Ayy, bitch, it's Big Henny, I'm savin' da Pennie's, So I can stack up by my mama and Richie

(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

cap (That shit cap!)
Hittin it once then we runnin’ it back (Runnin’ it back!)
Nigga stay woke we ain’t takin a nap (Takin a nap!)
I’m makin money by

takin a picture for proof (picture for proof)
And you know I just win I can't lose (win, I can't lose)
But I swear I got nun to prove (nun to prove)
But I

hand
We do what we and we stay with the plan
If shorty start tripping we lay with her friend
They come by the dozen
We stay wit a ten (Uh huh)
They come

again
(Wait, what)
This isn't written, I don't need a pen
Put my dick in her kitten
And do it again
You countin' 10s, like Ben
I'm countin' 50s, like Cent

better stay on point like a snitch
Get touched by the point like stitch
For the cut they will give you a ditch
You going feel that max payne
That far cry

takin' over the world

[Verse 1: Naledge]

Picture of a child, born in the 80s
Rollin' in a bucket with a dream of a Mercedes
Singing sweet Sady,

the re-up
I had to hit T up
Kick back finna T up
I'm in a rare form
All I need is a red foreign
I just pulled out my territory
50 Cent I whoop yo head boy
Get

the Mets
Sportscenter with the homies she wit it placing a bet
1K or she ain't hearin it
Or takin niggas serious
Prestige S7 hit the corner they on notice

a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they

things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah

Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil’

thin,
If it ain’t kill me then it thickened my skin,
I see the bigger picture takin it in,
Like click,

Verse 2:
Now that they see me i been sewin my

Your Life's on the Line

50 Cent

Power of the Dollar [Unreleased]

tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't

They tend to call me often
I don't ever answer
Cause I'm busy
I be doin' this forever
Spittin lyrics till I'm fifty
Got the pressure on my shoulders

Since9ine6ix Verse 1:

Honest man
Got a job
Listening to how to rob
Pitching in my fifty cent and shipping it like Amistad
Working like a slave
Shit

50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit

Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas

don’t got to fit in for people to make it loud. 
They know that I got a vision for the crowd. 
I listen for the sound of pictures getting taken now.

friendly grins
I spot it in many men 
A feeling like 50 cent

This shit won’t stay safe 

I ROLL UP INSIDE THEY HOMES 
IM TAKING BACK WHAT WAS OWED 
IM

the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your