50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
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When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50
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[repeat]
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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
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Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me
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He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
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Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore
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Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags
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When they came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
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Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully
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Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies
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The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
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Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head
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But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key
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Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama
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For this money shit many men do trauma
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Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
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The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the S-Class
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Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order
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Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter
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Sonny came in for half a pit
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He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop
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Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project changed
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His man just got fucking murked by Salene
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Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
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Over some-thing took his watch and his chain
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Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main.
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In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back
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Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
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I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies
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Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes
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Coming up wise emotions closed
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Most buying round looking for wisemen toast
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Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
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They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
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Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream
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First it was him and his brother now he got a team
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Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream
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City pulled up Goddamn you know his format
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Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match
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Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
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Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
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Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
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He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
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That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
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He broke but he talk like he a Don
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Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
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Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
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I peep his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
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He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in Creole
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Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
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Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
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Few niggaz tried to murk him, most them got fount
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Some turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now
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Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that
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Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat
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Got out a Black hummer he blew 90 on that
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Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go
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50 Bars
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| 50 Cent |
