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[50
I wanna be the you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya
The there's two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I care
How you it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
So I shine, you shine
The champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can the dice
Don't let ya fears let you confuse "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too to lose

[Beat


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 to fuck wit me

[Tony
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint killas
I tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a
Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for checks in the mail
If you hatin', your due time will expire
Cause my speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak
They hungry, use they lighters to their beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on class flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table


Nigga, you deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
Then you'll bump wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, see
That it cool to fuck wit me

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas 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 cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a phone book
Your high your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup
Fuck who's in ya ride, tools on my side
By the females standin' tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
Cause next time I see 'em, they got and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm
But I'd rather old with grey hairs in my beard
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker