50 cent.

by meghan   Aug 6, 2006


Yes. this is lame. kthanksbye.

i grew up on the streets
rappin; tryin to make a beat

didnt have a home
and now my teeth are chrome

i made it on my own
didnt even have a phone.

i couldnt have any fun
i had to worry about the guns

and mamma would work everyday
wishin the pain would go away

Dad was neva home
he was worse than Al Capone.

But now i\'m living strong
and i get to write this song

and i got 3 kids and a wife
and all this time i\'ve held my strife

the point of this story
is you gotta make a dent
you gotta be like me
the one the only 50 cent [=

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