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

[Beat


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 cool to fuck wit me

[Tony
G-Unit, I roll wit
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint killas
I ain't to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I'm the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for them in the mail
If you hatin', your due life 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 cook their stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley
I'm on class flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we table players


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

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas want 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 haze bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
Cause time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm
But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my
know me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls like Kobe and
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker