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50 Bars

by 50 Cent

album: Guess Who's Back? (2002)

50 bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain 
When I'm dead and gone niggaZ gonna remember my name 50 

[reapeat] 

Yo black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy 
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that clap me 
He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win dog 
Unless you try'na get your ass layed out in gilmore 
Yes we soldiers, remind me of Troy and E-Bags 
When they came through they hollad like "What up commrade?" 
Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully 
Summer time 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 old G remind me of ChaZ and Bump real low key 
Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama 
For this money shit many men do trauma 
Switchy 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 spot from constop 
Pop pulled up in the CL5 surprised he came 
His man just got fucking murked by Salene 
Heard he got it in the range nigga came popped one in his brain 
Over some-thing took his watch and his chain 
Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond main. 
In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back 
Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What! 
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies 
Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes 
Comin up wise emotions closed 
An' most buying round looking for wisemen toast 
Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thourough men from B-More 
They sellin herion in Maryland reverse back to diesel 
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only ment 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 
Fitty pulled up Goddamn you know his format 
Bentley is all marble in the door, mink floormat 
Get the hats out the stash box popped two glocks 
Peace "All eyeZ on me" 2pac 
Everybody knows he a boss he still gotta floss 
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north 
That's Dime in the blue TS stunting like he Nicky Barnes 
He broke but he talk like a Don 
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitin cat 
Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack 
I peep his style son I know his steelo, 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 throug h ya 
Few niggaZ tried to murk him, most them got found 
Some turned 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 
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go 


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