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