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 Born Alone, Die 
 50 Cent
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this world by  (uh huh)
  i don't need no friends (nope)
 I rather have it  way (yeah)
 It's ok, it's ok  ok nigga)
 You motherfuckers  respect me (yeah)
  i can take you off here today
 I rather  it that way (uh huh)
 It's  it's ok (whooooo)
 
 Verse-
 Uh..
 I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly  at the camera
 too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with  grandma (geah)
 a hundred  in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
 a million plus in the bank, will scuffed  the paint (Oh!)
 you handcuffin' that bitch,  dont wanna be with you
 all she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it  (uh huh)
 stick  heaters through, so we can party good
 rare son will beat it through, brawl  out in Hollywood
 the Boywonder will  your team
 i'm TRL  to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
 the booda is purple (uh) we rule and  hurt you (uh)
 you movin' in circles,  do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
  clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
 i'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with  words
  ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
 you flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain'  hoodrich.. (Geah!)
 
 Chorus-
 I came in  world by myself (uh huh)
 So i don't need no  (nope)
 I rather  it this way
 It's ok,  ok (it's ok nigga)
 You motherfuckers gon'  me (geah)
 Cuz i can  you off here today
  rather have it that way (uh huh)
  ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
 
 Verse-
 Keep  circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
 outsiders'll  you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
 all i need is my figures,  aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
  roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
 Fiddy made me a star, now they know  we are
 album top of the charts, your  is my car (Ha)
 income is  chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
 you fairly new in the game, i  passin' the rock (na uh)
 all i been sensin' is hate,  since i been straight
  they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
  i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
 gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in 
 keep your eye on your money, stop  mine
 drop sumthin' every year, flop  of the time
  makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
 why don't you get  my dick... Bitch!
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this  by myself
 So  don't need no friends (uh huh)
 I rather have it this  (uh)
 It's ok, it's ok (it's  nigga)
  motherfuckers gon' respect me
 Cuz i can  you off here today (uh huh)
  rather have it that way
 It's  it's ok
 
 Outro-
 It's ok nigga..
 I  need no friends..
 I got money.. 
 G-UNit...!!!