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?m back, still treddin? A right nice 50/50 Yo, I?m 50/50, nifty nifty Got the best deal, nobody can twist me Every time somebody try to shoot me I flip

head she said to me the answer is easy if you take it logically i'd like to help you in your struggle to be free there must be 50 ways to leave your lover

nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son, so I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun. 'cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact, I flip fast

we gone drop it, I aint gonna even play Im thinkin of the MLK, I might just flip a four get crazed tip Tangeray, dont be on the flip phone these hoes

no Smirnoff, baby) We not drinkin? the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y?all chill) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas) Put the 50 Cent beer away (Put the 50

s like Ziti, facin' me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, Kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50

scented mint scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped

so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin' up with cigars in the coup Man, 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do, do Damn, it feel good to see people up on it Flip

the street My first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats Buyin' out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots, one called the jukebox Where I was gettin' like 50