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Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
I owe you for this one


Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong


Finishin in my head, like a baby born dead
destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven
The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit I aint even gotta try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polley
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta?
In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel
lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend


Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm.
Just lay on the table they operatin to save you
itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above


They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit basically
they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit.. spray'em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me?
Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you
when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message am I gettin through to you?
You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot
The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot
Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty


Its the gansta ya'll when the shots go off
Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty
See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off
Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name


You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin
mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake
Ill split you have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them
zippers
Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
Your bitch, a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked her, I feed her fast food, you keepin her icy
Im down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez"
I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich
see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six
niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez.


Its fifty

21 Questions
New York City!
You are now rappin...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe


Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...


If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that


Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...


Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only human girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile


Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

Could you love me in a bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in the bedroom?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us


Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy
Is he? No
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him


You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows its all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These ho's don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da


No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter, caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotomy
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got


You can do anything you set your mind to, man


Your Favorite song on 8Mile
You dont see me in the hood
its because im doin this man


Niggas im still grindin
im still hearin those sirens
im still gettin chased by those lights
only the lights, slime and my mics on
and my time is none, because im writing more
and i aint here to meet a soul in this business
im here to eat and speak until these ho's feel this
and i cant let ya'll derail me man
i got young kobie homie, you gotta let go of obie
because obie be back
we got them craps goin on, and that yack goin on
soon as a nigga touch down, back from torn
its whatever, put that on the cheddar man
but in the mean time, its jimmy iveen time
chased cheese rhyme till my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, this what we boast about
now im here, so shut your mother fuckin mouth
and show me love bitch


I just wanna love ya
for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morn'
hold you through the night


Theres a certain mystique, when i speak
that you notice thats sort of unique
cause you know its me, my poetry's deep
and im stillmatic
the way i flow to this beat
you cant sit still
its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
im strapped, its knowin any minute, i could snap
im the equivelent if what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint even hungry
it aint even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me, its cockamayne
you just aint zaney enough, to rock with shady
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clock is coucou
i got screws loose, yah the whole kit n caboodle
im just brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me, bitch


My boys is crazy in the hood,
they holler my name
if it aint about the flow its bout the stones and the chain
if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a boss
911 porsche, same color as cranberry sauce
i aint goin front, i thought r kelly was the shit
let me find out, he fucked around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the tape
now shory momma in the precinct, hollerin rape
im convinced man, theres something really wrong with these hos
i thought lil kim was hot till she started fuckin with her nose
i used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a cd and didnt have no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail
that nigga went bald ass for his record to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit them high note
and big ben taught charlie b moore to deep throat



Your most favorite song in the Entire world...
`The Rap Game`
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can’t learn this sh*t in no history book
You ready to rap mother f*cker?
You ready to sell your soul…heh heh heh
`The Rap Game` .. mother f*cker


I’m a disruptive nigger
You made me crazy
You should a slayed me as a baby
Behavin shadier than Wes Craven
And you aint even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily
You face me drunk of sober
You’ll faint fast
I’m never f*cked up to where I can’t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands…f*ck music
Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it
Im scantlas
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that’s bigger
Then Godzilla’s back nigga
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Yall president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 wit it
So I aint gotta rap
But im thankful for that
dont mistaken me black
Or u be stankin in back of a f*ckin cadilac


Ima get snuffed
Cause I aint said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the white house is whipped out
when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out
lights out b*tch adios goodnight
now put that in your lil pipe and bite down
think for a minute cause the hype has died down
that I wont go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
I’m all for America, f*ck the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a d*ck
mutha f*cker duck what the f*ck son of a b*tch
take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other sh*t
cant tell me sh*t about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
sh*ts like a samurai sword a sensei
sh*t just don’t change to this day
im this way still till I utslay itchbay
ucksay my ickday
scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay a igpay


this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game this rap game


i bet u rather me
drink n drown in my own eniquity
but f*ck that ima rap till u all get sick of me
and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
im hittin a rock next f*ck a dogg who sickin me
im sayin you mutha f*ckers dont know and quit playin
if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin
you know
same sh*t every nigga done in his life
i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write
so why... should i...
fear another man if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand
ok
you win... you can say we cant rap
but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack


i walk in the party and just start bustin
right after i hear the last verse im self-destruction
this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without more is getting jerome
im low down and shifty
quickly called swifty
to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"
you feelin lucky? squeeze i catch you outside of chucky cheese
well just see, who be an unlucky G
my life style is unstable
a partyin attic
they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic
coughin estatic
i jump niggas call me a rabbit
popin a tablet
and guns that saw you in half


beleive me
we run this rap sh*t fo shizzie
make makin millions look easy
every where ya turn you see me
you hear me
believe me
for ya see my pistol in 3-D
no time to call a peace treaty
dial 9-1-1 cause u need de-
police to help you believe me


i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
this is absurb
these street niggas twistin my words
we finally could
say goodbye to hollywood
cause proof an shaun
share nuttin in common
the nastyest band
with gats in each hand
we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
no remorese
f*ck you stature dog
nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall
put ya jaw on the ground
wit the 4 and a pound
im goin out of town
for the long come around
so we can battle wit raps
so we can battle wit gats
matter fact we can battle wit plaques

this rap game


im too f*ckin retarded
i dont give a f*ck about my d*ck
thats why im dating loraina bobbet
my crew had an argument
who was the largest
now they all is dead
and im rolling as a solo artist
plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps
well i really didnt
but i did according to this contract
i was stoned in the snow
wit no where to go
freezin 20 below
forced to join bail tip dafoe
my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics
thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha)
50 sing the hook


this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game