Wie das rauskam? Der mittlerweile 40-Jährige hat ein Sex-Video mit der Ex-Freundin seines Rapper-Rivalen Rick Ross ins Web gestellt. Die Frau forderte Schadensersatz über fünf Millionen Dollar und bekam Recht. 50 hat nun einen Antrag auf persönlichen Gläubigerschutz gestellt – der Prozess ist erstmal unterbrochen. Für uns Grund genug, uns hinzusetzen und 50’s Songtexte Jobcenter-gerecht aufzuschreiben.

P.I.M.P. P.O.O.R.

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me – that's right!

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see – so true!

That I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P P.O.O.R.

Come get kein money mehr with me if you curious to see

How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P P.O.O.R.

Roll in the Smart Benz with me, you could watch no TV no more, no more!

From the backseat of my Forfour V, I'm a P.I.M.P P.O.O.R.

In Front of da club

And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind out of my wallet

I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind but now I'm runnin around squalid

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

If you talking bout money homie, I ain't am concerned

I'm a won't tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up

If the niggas hate then let 'em hate

Watch the money pile up and down again

Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub bursting bubbles

You know where we fucking be forget all the troubles

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Get Slow

She said she want a stunner – but that's not me

I said, "baby girl, once I'm gettin' had a lot of money"

Droped it down, get low, uh-uh, uh-uh

I blew ten, I blew twenty, it is was nothin' to me, once I get had a lot of money

I eat ate, sleep , slept and I shit money, now I, I, I can't get this bitch off me

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Wir fanden aber auch einen Song, den 50 Cent dieser Tage vielleicht öfter vor sich hinsummt:

21 Questions

If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like Some of my friends?

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