Only punk like you trail on 50
A real king is back 50 the master of lyrics
Lyricals king all da long
You damn motherphyukin' nigga lay under me
Clean my shoes my toys in my hood
Thats what you punk is good at
So when you see me on the street bow for sure
This is what I want sure you'll do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
50 you are my king, 50 you are the master
I might pity your old rag and give you a cent
Say it along, say it along now
I'm walkin' real slow to the stage
To claim da prize, The forum is mine, cos I run the show
Little damn rappers back off the stage
the master is back, lyrics left and right
I claim the prize, the self made billionaire
Hail 50
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