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I make millions quick ,and I don't
wanna talk about it
I shoot a n***a kid, and I don't
wamma talk about it
I f** the baddest b**hes, I don't
wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't
wanna talk about it
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Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in
so I can say the Enzo, my b**h roll down
the window so I can feel the wind blow
Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk
b**hes with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'
They f**in and they strippin n***a, I ain't
even trippin n***a
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f** did dis
Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane
Your soul is what you reap, when you f** with the
elite mane
I don't f** around boy, you better ask around boy
I'll hit you with the pound, leave your a** on the
ground for, you poppin that bullsh** like I don't
pull sh**
Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the
bricks
n***a we hittin licks, stickin sh**, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all round this b**h
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
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