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[50
I wanna be the you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya
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 whats yours is
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the
Don't let ya fears let you sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too to lose

switches]


Nigga, you won't that 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

Yayo]
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I wit pint size killas
I ain't to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I'm 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, be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some shit
They hungry, use they lighters to 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 heading towards
Ya slot machines niggas, we table players
I roll a seven, we crap table players


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

Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a chinese book
Your high your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' bags the size of ketchup packets
who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' 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 grow old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid the fans
That argue my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker