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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya
The reason you the courage to confront ya fears
The reason two karats in each of ya ears
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can 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 I'ma ride out
Then you'll bump wit me
put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to 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, on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
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 in the mail
If you hatin', your due life will expire
my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, be on some sleak shit
hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
And this 'dro and this got me right
So my lungs be as black as Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I roll a seven, cause we crap players


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

Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want gone
My kind of beef will 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 blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my
By the standin' with tattoos on they thighs
a lot of cats losin' 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 old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid the fans
That argue over my balls like Kobe and
If you talkin' millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, the bill motherfucker