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50 Cent
50 Cent


Background information
Birth name Curtis James Jackson III
Born July 6, 1975
Origin South Jamaica, Queens, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Gangsta Rap
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
G-Unit Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
Associated acts Eminem
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
Website Website



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50 Cent Lyrics

"Da Realest Killaz" lyrics


Tupac:
There's gonna be some stuff you
gonna see that's gonna make it
hard to smile in the future.

50:
Yeah, nigga! Haha!
Let's go, nigga!
This is what it is:
Tupac cut his hair bald, and you
wanna cut your hair bald!
Tupac wears a bandana, you wanna
wear a bandana!
Tupac gets crosses on his back, you
wanna get crosses on your back
Nigga you ain't Tupac!

Tupac:
Isn't It money and women a funny
beginning to tragic endings?
I could make a million and still not
have enough for spending
And since my life is based on sinnin,
I'm hell-bound
I'd rather be buried than be worried,
livin held-down

My game plans to be trained at
military mind
of a thug lord sittin in a cemetary
cryin
I've been lost since my adolescent
callin from Jesus
Ballin as a youngsta wonderin if he's
see us
Young black male crack sales got me
three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell enemies die,
Wonder when we all pass, is
anybody listenin?
Got my hands on my semi-shotty,
everyone's snitchin
Please God can you understand me,
bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into
insanity
I'm makin a point for my beat
bumping warlike
Drop some shit to have you stupid
bitches jaws tight

Chorus (50):
Til Makaveli returns it's all eyes on
me.
And you can hate it or love it but
that's what it's gon be
Should've listened, I told you not to
fuck wit me
if you cant take the pressure that's
what we gon see

50:
This is a cry for mercy I promise my
success will be the death of you
Lord and behold you sold your soul,
nigga there's nothin left of you
Look in the mirror
Ask yourself who are you, if you
don't know who you are
How can your dreams come true,
muthafucka?
I sit back and watched
You pretended to be Pac, you
pretended to be hot
But you're not NOW!
You seas to a clique, you can't take
the pressure, PUSSY!
i warn you not to push me!
you see me an chills run up your
spine
God made menace in war, but your
heart ain't like mine
and plus, they look at me like I'm a
menace
i was playing with guns when ya
mama had your punk ass playing
tennis
I'm a nightmare you see me in your
dream
Wake up and turn on the TV and see
my ass again
You cowardly hearted you couldn't
make it on your own
Fuck the Source! Im on the cover of
Rolling Stone!

Chorus x2


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