About "The Lost Tape" album:
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"The Lost Tape" by 50 Cent, which consists of 6 songs.
Can't Help Myself
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
I had a five hundred pack 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My nigger's go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
Get busy get busy
I'm insane yeah chained
I'm the head of the brain
In a weird gang
Make it rain, trick make it rain
I hold on the money buy more cocaine
Off the chain nigger I ain't playing
I get it him the semi nigger stun I let it rain
He rap I rap but we ain't the same
We love our game I run a train
I Ain't Gonna Lie
Is 50 nigga
I just wanna remind yu
I just wanna, you should shine your ass
And your boy for me you niggas be in a train station and...
Now you niggas rap
Want a hand nigga mixtape
I want why you hang nigga a mixtape
You punk your ass nigga
Now give me your mother f*cking tape nigga
Put on my o.j. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a o.j, off, off a o.j.
[Verse 1: kidd kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Try to remain calm, you're fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam'
But they ain't gon' make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they're bosses
Ferrari, I'm stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that's without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don't get it on this time, I'll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
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