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[50
I wanna be the reason you smile you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to ya fears
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, fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats is mine
So I shine, you shine
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 need you in my life girl, too much to lose

switches]


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 cool to fuck wit me

[Tony
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size
I tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy
a nigga too much rope, he think 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', due time life will expire
Cause my speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley
I'm on first class flights towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we table players
I roll a seven, cause we table players


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

[Lloyd
I know a lot of want Banks gone
My kind of beef will 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 a chinese phone book
Your high with your 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 females standin' with on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' wives
Cause next time I see 'em, got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ready 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 the fans
That argue my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, stadium tour, the bill motherfucker