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

switches]


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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy
Give a too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for checks in the mail
If you hatin', your due time life expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Snipes
I'm on first flights heading towards Vegas
Ya machines niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table


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

Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want Banks
My of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm out, so my meals is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone
Your high 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 females standin' tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats they wives
Cause time I see 'em, they 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 the fans
That argue over my balls Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker