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