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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 with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or
Minks or leathers, fifty off never
Whats mine is and whats yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can to life
table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don't let ya let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too to lose

switches]


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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I roll wit
Fuck a big guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain't to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a
Give Tony too dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for checks in the mail
If you hatin', your due time 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 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 niggas, we crap table players
I a seven, cause we crap table players


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

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas want gone
My kind of will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a phone book
high with your messed up ratchets
I'm out haze bags the size of ketchup packets
who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the females standin' tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
Cause next time I see 'em, got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't to die, but I'm prepared
But I'd rather grow old with hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid with the
argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker