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 mutha*****a remind me of nigga that crack 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 didn't know nothing about drama For this money shit many men do trauma Switchy walked in son, this ***** had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled up 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 project changed His man just got *****ing 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 Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, 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 Coming up wise emotions closed Most buying round looking for wisemen toast Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to 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 is all marble in the door and floor match Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he 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 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 ***** 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 fount 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 Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go
