Текст песни 50 Cent - Your Life Is On The Line

Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear ""He say, She say"" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, ""Damn, 50 really spitted on em""
""You heard that shit?"" ""Yeah, 50 really shitted on em""
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
(One)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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Текст песни 50 Cent - You Should Be Dead

[Intro]
I rock a n*gga to sleep,
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the tallids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
(repeated)
[Verse 1]
Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef
Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
Dee’s think I’m involved with a n*gga hit hard
So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly
N*gga you can cross your heart and hope not to die
Come through squash the drama send n*ggas some llama’s
And eat your ass up f*ck being masked up
I was given the gift of life
First Sabrina’s since then I’ve been jammed up and f*cked with the Nina!
NaNa raised nine kids – I turned out the meanest
I mean a menace
F*ck with me and you're finished
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Homie, I always pay my debts when I owe a n*gga bullets
Got an arsenal of infiltry and n*ggas to pull it
Go ‘head stay out on me, dump weight it’s nothing
I curse a n*gga down, and touch him, catch him and buss him
B*tch get out the way, baby while I spray it
I wet a n*gga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
But you can catch me in May riding down with the K
Better watch what you say, we’ll get it popping today
Yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
I have a n*gga tear off your top round here
This is a land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
And everything that a n*gga want is only triple beams
South side
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
Roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby

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Текст песни 50 Cent - You Like Me Better Rich

There’s something about the way i get it
I do, I get it
There’s something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
N*gga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrel of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the cop
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there won’t be no get back
For the last time n*gga, tell us where the shit at
You’re working my nerves and I ain’t got patience
Barrel on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
This little light of mine, I’m gon’ let it shine
Right under the barrel, I’m sure I won’t miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n*gga when he mad
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n*ggas ain’t even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, back with a vengeance
They gon’ call this the greatest comeback of all time
This shit gon’ bring chills up your spine
G-G-G-G-G-unit

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Текст песни 50 Cent - You Ain't No Gangsta

[50 Cent]
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don't pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
[Chorus] x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?
[Chorus] x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like none of y'all
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed
[Chorus] x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Ya Life's On The Line

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
F*ck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For b*tches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don't give a f*ck now
Serve anybody like n*ggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The b*tch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a n*gga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your f*ckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that n*gga that sold coke, the n*gga that sold dope
The n*gga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
N*gga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (F*ck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
[Verse Two]
Y'all n*ggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty n*gga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, n*ggaz who f*ck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause n*ggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me n*gga, one (one)
[Hook]
Y'all n*ggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Window Shopper

(Intro)
Ohh..
The top feels so much better than the bottom…
So much better…
(Chorus)
Niga use a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Niga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Niga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Niga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck, when you see me ride by…
(Verse 1)
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
is Funny how a niggas get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a?
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Chorus)
Niga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Niga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Niga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Niga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck, when you see me ride by…
(Verse 2)
Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit, changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
oh shit, man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen…
(Final Chorus)
Niga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Niga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Niga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Niga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by…

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!

[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that n*gga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke this motherf*cker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1]
I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
N*gga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll f*ck you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherf*cker, then chill
As a young buck, n*ggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's flow n*gga
[Chorus - Singing] x2
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
But n*ggas keep frontin'
F*ck a n*gga, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking]
War, state of mercy n*gga
You see me pop off n*gga
Ain't no peace talk, b*tch ass n*gga
Fake gangsta n*gga, you want to seem n*gga (yeah)
You don't seem n*gga, yeah n*gga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My n*gga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
N*ggas, n*ggas, "Rotten Apple"
And n*gga shy money, ain't fail n*gga
Uh huh, ya heard

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Whoo Kid

[50 Cent talking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats f*cked up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit
I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherf*ckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
N*ggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll f*ckin' air 'em out
In the hood n*ggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit n*ggas, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
B*tch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that n*gga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger n*gga to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, b*tch!
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's f*cked up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent talks till end]

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Текст песни 50 Cent - When It Rains It Pours

[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal
Yeah, what's the deal
[Chorus]
Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in may showers just because
N*ggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours
N*ggaz get set up, when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' changed, n*ggaz doin' the same ol' shit
Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
In the projects, n*ggaz f*ck with the same ol' chicks
And some how, they still think that they game is so sick
Now from the rip, n*ggaz know I'm 'bout my grip
I don't trick, man I barely even feed a b*tch
She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you b*tch"
Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit!
Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a n*gga?
She just mad, 'cause a n*gga pockets on swole
When she ask to borrow some, I say hell naw!
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
To keep yo' mind on yo' money
And don't trust no b*tch
Keke hit high notes, when them kids came
But her ass kinda fat, so n*ggaz treat her the same
This is real
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
When homocide outside, n*gga I'm not
This the third time them n*ggaz done circled the block
It's money out now yeah, but damn it's hot
They'll love to catch a n*gga, on a direct sale
They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
Look, if you know the drill you stay the f*ck outta dodge
And say what's happenin' to the captain
And say what's up to the sarge
F*ck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb
I know a spot full of n*ggaz tryin' to bet a few bucks
Hopin they number come out, they can have 'em some luck
?? Ace to the duece, and stumbled off mad
Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars
And do pull up's in the park, on the monkey bars
Mad as f*ck
[Chorus]
*Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off, while it thunders and rains*

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Текст песни 50 Cent - When It All Goes Down (Freestyle)

It go down, it go down, it go down
It go down, it go down
It go down, it go down, it go down
It go down, it go down
[Hook]
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[Verse 1]
It’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it
Move grams of this, move O’s of that
Move the muthaf*cking bricks, where the money at
B*tches scared huh, pussy, n*gga hold the strap
When the beat pop off no controlling that
You wan’ call the cops
Run call the cops
Look n*gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
Got the pump in the trunk, n*gga biting a lot
One buck shot clear the whole block
Had this b*tch taped off make it so hot
N*gga with a 12 gauge I’m a sure shot
Call it shell shock when ya ass drop
Get it shakin’ like a muthaf*ckin’ rattle n*gga
Go ‘head f*ckin’ with me and be a casualty
You think a n*gga bullshittin, then come and see
[Hook]
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[Verse 2]
Now while you waitin’, all debatin’
Shouldn’t you n*ggas be retaliatin’
We laughin bout it, you cryin damn
Hit ya muthaf*ckin’ homie when his gun jam
His chest red, his back red
Man, that n*gga there damn near dead
He coughin’, he weezin’
Man that n*gga finna stop breathin’
His momma there, his daddy there
Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there
His shines on him, his diamonds on him
Had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
N*ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
Cause they know n*gga don’t give a f*ck
Quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
When the muthaf*ckin’ pigs show up
[Hook]
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery

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Текст песни 50 Cent - When I Come Back

[Intro]
I’m back on this shit again
This time it’s gon’ take a whole SWAT team to bring me in
I’m back on this shit again
I’m back on this shit again
[Verse 1]
I had the same vision cat had in ’89
So all the work in Southside gon’ be mine
I got project protection, that’s 10 grand a building
Some n*ggas say that’s there spot we gon’ kill ‘em
It’s all simple math, now add it to automatic
It’s filled to the tip of the clip I let it rip
Now run, cover your mother it’s on cocksucker
F*ck around, have a piece of your brain blown
Hop up on that long Tre pound, flame throwin’
Now isn’t this a beautiful day, look up
It’s Angel skies in Pelican Bay
Surprise n*gga we all dying,
It’s quiet after n*ggas get blast on
[Hook]
N*ggas get shooting at me, I’mma come back
I ain’t let shit die down, I’ma come back
I don’t give a f*ck who outside when I comeback
N*gga don’t go f*cking with me if you don’t want that
N*ggas get shooting at me, I’ma come back
I ain’t let shit die down, I’ma come back
I don’t give a f*ck who outside when I comeback
N*gga don’t go f*cking with me if you don’t want that
[Verse 2]
I got a bad Dominican b*tch, built like Buffy the body
Got a new coke connect, my Mexican little mommy
Got a plan for the cops in the raincoat
Automatic shotgun banging I spray some
Look, I got an NBA b*tch, see me ballin’
She pull up in that Bentley only 4 in the morning
I f*ck like it’s my last piece of pussy I’m on it
B*tch like Jiffy with the lube she want it
Suck the lights out me, I mean the life out me
I like the way she through it, like ain’t nothing too it
Now n*gga don’t you dare trip over no b*tch
After money, that’s the number one reason to get hit
F*ck around
[Hook]
N*ggas get shooting at me, I’ma come back
I ain’t let shit die down, I’ma come back
I don’t give a f*ck who outside when I comeback
N*gga don’t go f*cking with me if you don’t want that
N*ggas get shooting at me, I’ma come back
I ain’t let shit die down, I’ma come back
I don’t give a f*ck who outside when I comeback
N*gga don’t go f*cking with me if you don’t want that

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Текст песни 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta?

G-Unit
We in here
We can get the drama popping
We don't care
It's going down
'Cause I’maround
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an S on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I’mnot the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I’mthe type that'll kill your connect when the coke price
rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket,
bastard
I’mon the next level, right lane forget bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god
[Chorus]
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Bridge]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a
nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I’mlike Patty LaBelle, homie, I’mon my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I’ma rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (4x)]

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Текст песни 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta Part 2

This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner
Pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner
Blue bandana, clip, oh nana
That n*gga leaving what the f*ck you do blood?
Red bandana, clip, oh nana
Big flashin’ ya clip, what the f*ck you do blood?
It’s the return of that gangsta gully shit
Black Northface, braids up, under my black skully b*tch
I still feel chills when the narcs come
My lil homie scrap the 40 we come around and spark something
Let off half a clip, make ya whip lay
You rock petty n*gga shells, it hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream
Funny things are never how shit seems
You going HAM, we like damn, you don’t really want it man
We pop right up on you, gun in hand
This southside, muthaf*ckas get smoked here
We’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears
We at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah
Blue bandana, clip, oh nana
That n*gga leaving what the f*ck you do blood?
Red bandana, clip, oh nana
Big flashin’ ya clip, what the f*ck you do blood?
N*gga f*ck that, you better put that work in
You don’t want to, cool, you could get hurt then
Red bandana, blue bandana, clip, oh nana
What the f*ck is up blood?

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Текст песни 50 Cent - What If

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm f*ckin wit dis
It's that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if?
Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if?
Homey I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if?
Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
[50 Cent]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
N*ggaz in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me
If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z
N*ggaz would think I blew up my f*ckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldn't stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance n*ggaz get, they'd try and play me
But I move around with a little 380
A n*gga try to stunt, a n*gga get sprayed B
If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do
I'd see the world different through my dilated pupils
If I bust dance moves on you like Usher
N*ggaz'd say "50 that ain't gangsta, f*ck ya"
Man I'ma just keep doin what I do
Cause n*ggaz can't do me, better than I do, ha ha
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith?
And all the backpack n*ggaz loved me like Mos Def
I'd probably be a cool-ass n*gga like Ice Cube
Picture me in this flick right now lookin so cool
What if I was a low-key n*gga, just laid back?
Hustle to keep a homey 'round, somebody to hold the gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms?
Shit I'd give that child support up with no problems
If I caught a case and jumped bail I'd get caught
Cause I'm that n*gga everybody know from New York
But if I was the new rap n*gga you didn't know
You'd be sayin "Damn that kid got a sick flow"
What if I just cruised through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin smooth
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach I'm sure, ha ha
[Chorus]

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Текст песни 50 Cent - wanksta

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Wait Until Tonight

If you think you’re lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
Ah man
If you think you’re lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
[Verse 1]
I’m waitin’ on you to come, baby I’m that man
Bedroom superhero, naked I’m Batman
I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR
Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
Have it how you want it, my back shot’s bionic
She givin’ me something I can feel like En Vogue
Unload then reload, recharge, I’m back on
Back at it, f*ckin’ up the sprigs in her Craftmatic
Jack rabbit, addiction, I don’t wanna break that habit
Your boy toy man, child it’s cool, you can play with me
City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
I wanna share thoughts, let’s talk, go for a walk
Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
Bullseye right through her head, to her heart
It’s mental and physical, when you’re gone, I’ll be missin’ you
[Hook]
You gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
I got a plan for you (I got it all planned girl)
Girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (hahaa)
I can’t think of a thing that I won’t do (What you wan’ do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait ’til I get you girl)
[Verse 2]
I’m Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
2012 freak shit, baby I’m all that
The touchin’ and the teasin’, the pleasure’s the reason
I’m sure she’ll be open from the lickin’ and strokin’
Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind
My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin’ time
It’s sexual, it’s not perverted or obscene
The foreplay we play, until I touch her ’til she cream
Cash rules the shortie, she’s something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
See how I switch gears, her bra gone it’s on
It’s showtime, it’s my turn to perform
Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good
She sayin’ she love my show, I’m sayin’ I knew she would
[Hook]
You gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
I got a plan for you (I got it all planned girl)
Girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (haha)
I can’t think of a thing that I won’t do (What you wan’ do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait ’til I get you girl)

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Текст песни 50 Cent - U Not Like Me

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherf*ckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherf*ckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
[Verse]
N*ggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach n*ggaz sign language, that ain't def son
*click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a f*ckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the d*ck like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these n*ggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down n*gga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, n*gga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot n*ggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a n*gga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a b*tch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
N*ggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
*Ad-libing to the end*

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Touch Me

Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're f*cked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
[Verse: Case (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohooooooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwwwww... !)
[Verse: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex n*gga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who f*cks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)
Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)

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Текст песни 50 Cent - This is 50

[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 1]
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt to gat bust, I get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if D's start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian Flavor for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really dont play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call it 'the milk truck' and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
If i can ride through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for jooks and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, and find me and my niggas in ya crib
Nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got them macs, got them nines, got them tecks all the time, hollow-tips and them extra clips
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Things We Do

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't wanna hear no complainin'!
Cause ya n*ggaz already know how I get man! Ya n*ggaz cannot punk 'round here!
What the f*ck ya think it's different cause it's music? [kids ovations]
Nah man f*ck that man! {DAMN! }
[50 Cent:]
Close your eyes! - See the shooters see the money in the bag
See the D's in the unmarked - on a n*ggaz ass.
See '62 on the plate, when n*ggaz bag up
Scrape the plate my n*gga! - Everything add up!
I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal.
Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show you the steel!
It's a jux n*gga feel the chill
Up your spine I'm a menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON! }
Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread!
Them n*ggaz in the way of the money let's shoot their head
The rest of them suckers have scattered it don't matter!
I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights
Big Benz! Big friends! B*tch get in!
I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
We used to be the same, now we not alike man! - C'mon!
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) {"FOREVER KING"! }
[50 Cent:]
I like my b*tches fast, jus' like the Porsches
Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.
Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses
My wris' glis' so sick I leave a n*gga nauseous.
That's you lied! - What's that you got?
I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day!
Follow my footsteps you know I move proper
So what you got a chopper? N*gga I got a chopper!
Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal?
Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York!
Top of the food chain, n*gga talkin' my talk;
Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA! }
I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it
Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em!
Chrome Colt - pop 'em! - Hollowtip - drop 'em!
It won't be long 'fore you're goin' dyin' now, watch 'em! (Come on! Come on!)
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... {CAN'T FORGET... }
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) {G-UNIT! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... [scraches]
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"! }
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
After the drought it's the flood! [scraches]
It's strategic man!
I planned it! {HAHA! }
NOW... follow my footsteps!
You know I move proper!
Let me inspire you! [scraches]
Let me make you wanna win!
Let's take it to the top, baby!
I wan' say somethin' that'll make you hungry! [gunshot]
Don't let nobody f*ck up your vibe man!
Come in with that negative bullshit we don't wanna hear it!
How they gon' stop a hustler from hustlin'?
Man!
Till next time...
50! [scraches] {LET'S GO! } [beat stops]

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