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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya
The reason you the courage to confront ya fears
The there's two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I care
How you like it, pumps or boots, or coops
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats is yours and whats yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the
Don't let ya let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my girl, your too much to lose

switches]


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

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


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

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