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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya
The you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off
Whats is yours and whats yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can toast to
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the
Don't let ya let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too much to

[Beat


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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I roll wit
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit size killas
I tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I'm the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and for them checks in the mail
If you hatin', due time life will expire
Cause my guns jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some shit
They hungry, use they to cook their beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading towards
Ya machines niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table


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

[Lloyd
I a lot of niggas want Banks 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 a chinese phone book
Your high your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my
By the females standin' tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they
Nah, I ready to die, but I'm prepared
But I'd rather grow old with hairs in my beard
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout throw me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker