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[50
I be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
The you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty off never
Whats mine is yours and yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can toast to
Crap in Vegas, you can toss the dice
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 deny that I'ma fuckin' ride 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 roll wit
a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the
I'm tryin' to be dirty, rich
Give a nigga too rope, he think he a cowboy
Give too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for them checks in the
If you hatin', your due time life will
my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their stick
And this 'dro and this 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, we crap table players


Nigga, you deny that 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

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas want gone
My kind of beef will up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a phone book
Your high with messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze the size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's on my side
By the standin' with tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on 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 over my balls like Kobe and
If you bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill