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That's How It Goes Down

Too Short

Married to the Game

2003

you talkin all that loud stuff
If you live and you die by the game and you lose
At least you did spend your life tryin to change
You're thuggin

Angels

G-Unit

Wanna Get To Know You

2004

Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number

like this and I'm been ballin' since a jit
Big Swerv', but I fell like 50 Cent, I shot niggas and went legit
Two hundred thou' on my wrist, eight

You Ain't No Gangsta

50 Cent

Power of the Dollar [Unreleased]

it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit

(Blah) , ayy (Blah) , drug with a Sig
Thuggin' again, Bloods in the mid
(Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, ayy, them Bloods in the mid

Bitch, I'm that nigga, nigga

She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now

you live and you die by the game and you lose
at least you did spend your life tryin to change

[Chorus]
You're thuggin and you love the streets
huggin

But I had to do something
Never thought I'd get out the jungle
Whether I won or I lost, man I rumbled
Strap in my hoodie, I'm thuggin'
Thankful to be

thuggin' with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days)
Retarded, couldn't play house parties
When pickles was fifty cent, that's when

by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents

to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent

I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out

After Dollars, No Cents

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

Tryin' to pay the rent 

After Dollars, no cents 
From Chev's to Bents 
From cheddar to cheese 
N**** tryin' to pay the rent 

I'm a hustler,

you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay

lost my way
I lost my way
A long time ago
And I’m back ready to go

And I’m some type Of mission
And I’m going til I’m gone

And I got no competition

die, tell me why
'Cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck 50 across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a
Thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep

it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit

beat the pussy up 'til it's time to get gone
And before I can end, what I was sayin'
she was tryin' to put me onto to her friend
I told her bring her
I'm

the cheese in
Fifty top, bottom icy mouth, like I'm teethin' (ice)
Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B's then (on the set)

Ayy, ayy (brrat,

mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m

ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm

either slide or do the down when it gets time, baby
We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come
Thought he was a real nigga but he not one
And we ain't

flow? 
You can't understand how I get my dough 
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so 
I'm on fire (here we go now)

Everybody's in a rush to try

Bump Heads

50 Cent

No Mercy, No Fear

2002

switch my flow? 
You can't understand how I get my dough 
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so 
I'm on fire (here we go now)

Everybody's in