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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 there's two in each of ya ears
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
So when I shine, you
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 you in my life girl, your too much to lose

switches]


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

[Tony
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint 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 them in the mail
If you hatin', your due time life will
Cause my guns jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to their beef stick
And 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley
I'm on first class flights heading towards
Ya slot niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, we crap table players


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

Banks]
I a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of 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 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 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 old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid the fans
That argue over my like Kobe and Shaquille
If you bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, tour, ruining the bill motherfucker