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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile you wipe ya tears
The you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya
I splurge with the 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 is mine
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can the dice
let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too to lose

[Beat


Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' out
Then you'll heads wit me
put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't 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, filthy
a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give 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 life will expire
Cause my guns jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef
And this 'dro and this got me right
So my be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on class flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table


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

Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home
I deal wit more ho's than a phone book
Your high with messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
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 grow old grey hairs in my beard
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls like and Shaquille
If you talkin' millions throw me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker