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[50
I wanna be the reason you after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to ya fears
The reason two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the 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 when I shine, you
The champagne, we can toast 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 girl, your too much to lose

[Beat


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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain't to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy
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 them in the mail
If you hatin', due time life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, be like "Bloodfire!"
I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use lighters to cook their beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap players
I roll a seven, we crap table players


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

Banks]
I a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put on
I'm hidin' out, so my is home cooked
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 ketchup
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's on my side
By the females with tattoos on they thighs
a lot of cats losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm
But I'd rather grow old with hairs in my beard
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls Kobe and Shaquille
If you bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker