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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you ya tears
The reason you the courage to confront 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
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats is mine
So when I shine, you
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 much to

switches]


Nigga, you deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
you'll bump heads wit me
I'll put a in yo ass, you'll 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, still on the
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and for them checks in the mail
If you hatin', your due time life expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their stick
And this 'dro and nestle got me right
So my lungs be as as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights towards Vegas
Ya slot niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap players


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

Banks]
I know a lot of want Banks gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya 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 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' they
Cause 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 with grey in my beard
know me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my like Kobe and Shaquille
If you bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker