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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 karats in each of ya
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, or boots, jeeps or coops
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
So I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can toast to
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 won't deny that I'ma 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 roll wit
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size
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
Tony 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 will expire
Cause my 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 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading Vegas
Ya machines niggas, we crap table players
I a seven, cause we crap table players


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

Banks]
I a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home
I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone
Your high with your up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't to die, but I'm prepared
But I'd rather old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid with the
That argue over my balls like Kobe and
If you talkin' millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherfucker