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Can You Hear Me

Fabolous

Real Talk

2004

And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out

The Mechanic

J.Armz

How to Be an MC, Vol. 50

high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma

like some gravy
Shooting these shoots ain't no Tracy McGrady
The way that I'm living you know they hate it 
Imma keep thuggin til my niggas make it
Got

Porno

Pusha T

Is He Real?

2019

and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha

crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get

family good some days, yeah

Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He

reason, I feel like 50 cuz I don't fuck with many men
You fool me once can't fool me again, we ain't talking money can't comprehend
I'm Praying all my

with me they switching Fuxk em bitch I'm thuggin on the blidda with siti
Free my niggas from sentences
Feelings we missing it
Ima just marry the k like

that I can spare
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Aaayy ayyy

niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents

the breeze
Mess with me choppa gone spray like Febreeze
I kill a track yeah I do it with ease
Shout out to Gunna cause I'm pushing P
Eternal Atake yeah I keep

Grind to get my paper up
In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch
I'm not the type that you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its all in

the Russian
They do this shit for pretty pennies til the shit ugly
Im a make it rain on you dirty bitches ima have it sleeting mud
I'm from the trenches bitches

played with my Vision
All of them against us as we gone handle that business
And as the time fly by we gone see who gone ride even divided the lows some

the work, got COD for da work
Lockin him in if he tryna spend 3 for da purp pop dis shit by the P for da dirt
im grindin ridin all of dis cho wit me zo wit me

the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink

sending shots we comin back my cousin rio on em
Stay silent til you come up I heard that shit from broskie
Not gone lie it's been a while since I talked

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

was there aint get no mail from nobody
I'm thuggin, Them n****s hating for nothing
Told em I love em
Why they take my n***a from me
Still a go dump

the cut raising Hell like i'm Jimmy
Poured a 8 in a liter I'm gone sip til it's empty
I'm tired of Benzes I need me a Urus
I can't wife a thot bro I'm

niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard

of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad

have been bloody feet bare When we come in
Met death out there thuggin’ prepare When you hustlin
I’m Really a gangsta connected Excetera
Mask on my face

on this side
Like I said it’s me and mines forever and that’s 'til I’m in the grave
I’m gone