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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you ya tears
The reason you have the to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya
I splurge with the paper ma, I care
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is and whats yours is mine
So when I shine, you
The champagne, we can toast to life
Crap in Vegas, you can toss the dice
let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too much to

switches]


Nigga, you won't that I'ma fuckin' ride out
Then you'll heads wit me
I'll put a in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to wit me

Yayo]
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I wit pint size killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for them in the mail
If you hatin', your due life will expire
Cause my guns jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on sleak shit
They hungry, use lighters to cook their beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I a seven, cause we crap table players


Nigga, you won't deny I'ma fuckin' ride out
Then bump heads wit me
put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to wit me

Banks]
I a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home
I deal wit more ho's than a chinese book
Your high with your messed up
I'm out blowin' bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they
Nah, I ready to die, but I'm prepared
But I'd rather old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid the fans
argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker