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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 karats in each of ya
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or
Minks or leathers, fifty off never
Whats is yours and whats yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The champagne, we can toast to life
table in Vegas, you can toss 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 deny that I'ma fuckin' ride 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 to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he 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 life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be "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 towards Vegas
Ya slot niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap players


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

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas Banks gone
My kind of beef will up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm out, so my meals is home cooked
I deal wit more than a chinese phone book
Your high with your up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup
who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the standin' with tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
Cause next 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 grey hairs in my
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker