[50 Cent]
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I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
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The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
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The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears
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I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
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How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
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Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
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Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
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So when I shine, you shine
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The finest champagne, we can toast to life
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Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
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Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
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I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose
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[Beat switches]
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[Hook]
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Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
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Then you'll bump heads wit me
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I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
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That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
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[Tony Yayo]
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G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
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Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
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I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
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I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich
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Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
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Give Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
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V12, SL detailed
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I rap and wait for them checks in the mail
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If you hatin', your due time life will expire
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Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
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Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
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They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
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And this 'dro and this nestle got me right
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So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
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I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas
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Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players
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I roll a seven, cause we crap table players
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[Hook]
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Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
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Then you'll bump heads wit me
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I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
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That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone
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My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
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I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked
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I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book
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Your high with your messed up ratchets
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I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets
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Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
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By the females standin' with tattoos on they thighs
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There's a lot of cats losin' they wives
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Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
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Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm prepared
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But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard
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They know me in the field, the kid with the fans
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That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
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If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the deal
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Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker
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PT2 & Bump Heads
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G-Unit |