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[50
I wanna be the reason you after you wipe ya tears
The reason you the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in of ya ears
I splurge with the ma, I don't care
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off
mine is yours and whats yours is mine
So when I shine, you
The finest champagne, we can toast to
table in Vegas, you can toss 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

switches]


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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the
I'm tryin' to be dirty, rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he he a cowboy
Give Tony too dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for checks in the mail
If you hatin', due time life will expire
Cause my guns jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to their beef stick
And this and this nestle got me right
So my be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading towards
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I a seven, cause we crap table players


Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' out
Then bump 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 fuck up ya grill and not the kind 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 your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of packets
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' wives
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 with grey hairs in my
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls like and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker