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Yeah, it's 50
Look, you need me man
You need me
I mean you hate me, but you need me
Because I got the best product man
I mean it's pure as driven snow
Man dog
I'm a Southside nigga, I'm warning you
You can get smoked when I come through
Okay, okay
If selling cocaine's what you're trying to do
I could be a good connect for you
Okay, okay
Look, bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach 62
Okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And I'ma grind, I'ma stack and I'ma do it again
Okay, okay
Let me show you how
Let me show you how
I can show you how
Let me show you how
This is that Porsche GT shit, that Baltimore G shit
That body bag dope fiend dead off a D shit
Fishscale cooking, I'm Chef Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck with me bitch
Throwing the dice, pray the outcome's nice
Like 7 or 11 I'm a winner, pick up the chips
Better yet bitch, pick up the bricks
Tell the valet to bring us the whip
Look at the Vegas lights
I told you I'd light up your life
Put the Floyd and Ricky Hat in fight
I'm a champion baby
A little bit crazy
But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete loot gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more than me
But you can make me out to be what you want me to be
50
It's just a pinch man
It's a sample
You're not supposed to get high off the sample
You're just supposed to feel a buzz
You know
I'm not trying to get you where you're trying to go with this
I'm just having fun
You know
You're probably waiting for the next verse
Well there's not a next verse coming
I'm just playing man
But you can take a bag of this right here
We'll call this right here the body bag
That be the stamp on this dope right here
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you
But I know you need to get high again
I know life is a gamble, rolling dice
If the feds kick the door then it's natural life
Okay, okay
I got the dope and the rice, heat pots on the stove
And move eight bricks on about eight hoes
Okay, okay
I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, I'm a Glock hugger
I respect real G's like Al Fisher
I ain't your middle man, I'm your boss man
Pablo Escobar, king of New York man
King of the coke man, king of the dope man
Word got got, it's fresh off the boat man
Ask Fishbone if I have fishscale
Jump in the six, let that bitch fish scale
For real
It feels like silk
This is that Sin City
Golden Lady
Players Club
Suze Rendezvous
I mean this is like head
Good sex
Now watch this climax
I'll take you to the next level
Come on
There's a lot of product out there, but I'm the pure thing
Four rings, lost niggas to guns and court swings
Hip-hop heroin, I'm better than whoever
When I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish
Fettuccine when I dine, rap white line
Wanna recline, my jewels blind, I got an '89 grind
My Mercedes ride by, my ladies top line
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm 'bout a buck
Man the game like the corner, everybody cutthroat
And hoping they can catch a come up, run up on a nigga joking
I'm strong enough for smoking, that 2K raw
No bag come back, you get what you pay for
This is 50
Dot com
Yo this shit is crazy, what's that nigga know
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