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[50
I be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya
The reason there's two in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or
Minks or leathers, fall off never
Whats mine is yours and yours is mine
So when I shine, you
The finest champagne, we can to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can the dice
Don't let ya fears let you confuse "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 bump wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, see
That it ain't to fuck wit me

[Tony
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy
Give a nigga too much rope, he he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I'm 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 speak jamaican, be like "Bloodfire!"
I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they to cook their beef stick
And this 'dro and this got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley
I'm on first flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I roll a seven, cause we table players


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 want 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 with your messed up
I'm out haze bags the size of ketchup packets
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
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on 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 balls Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill