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I make millions quick ,and I don't
wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't
wamma talk about it
I f*ck the baddest bi*ches, I don't
wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't
wanna talk about it

(50)
Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in
so I can say the Enzo, my bi*ch roll down
the window so I can feel the wind blow
Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk
Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'
They f*ckin and they strippin nigga, I ain't
even trippin nigga
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f*ck did dis
Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane
Your soul is what you reap, when you f*ck with the
elite mane
I don't f*ck around boy, you better ask around boy
I'll hit you with the pound, leave your a*s on the
ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't
pull shit
Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the
bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all round this bi*ch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent

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