50 Cent - 50 Bars lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - 50 Bars lyrics]
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggas
Gon' remember my name, 50
Black is flashy like Alpo
Gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka 'mind me of
Nigga that clapped me
He ain't the type you shoot
Dice with and win dog
Unless you tryna get your ass
Laid out in Gilmore he had some soldiers
'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored
Like "What up comrade?"
Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully
Summertime, still had on black
Gloves and skullies
The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggas from Philly woulda called
Him an old head
But he a OG, 'mind me of Chaz and Bump
Real low key sounded like they don't know
Nothin about drama
His money sent many men through trauma
Switchy walked in son
This bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled
Down on his 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
The spot from Comstock
Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came
His man just got fucking murked by some lame
Heard he got it in the
Range nigga Caine popped one
On his brain over some-thang
Took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down
There in Richmond mayne
In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back
"Down down baby
" Nelly singin my wrist blingin what?
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise
Three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin that shit
I can see it in his eyes
Comin up Wise and locs is close
And locs ride 'round lookin
For wires to toast
Benny hopped out the Escalade with
A few thorough men
From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland
His first batch of diesel
He 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 livin the dream
Seen he pulled up, goddamn
You know his format
Bentley Azure, marble in the door
Mink floor mats hit the hazards
Out the stash box popped two 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 Ty in the blue GS
Stuntin 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 peeped his style son I know his steelo
He on the d-low
He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he
Maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and
Send shots through ya
Few niggas tried to merk 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, let's go
When I'm dead and gone niggas
Gon' remember my name, 50
Black is flashy like Alpo
Gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka 'mind me of
Nigga that clapped me
He ain't the type you shoot
Dice with and win dog
Unless you tryna get your ass
Laid out in Gilmore he had some soldiers
'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored
Like "What up comrade?"
Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully
Summertime, still had on black
Gloves and skullies
The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggas from Philly woulda called
Him an old head
But he a OG, 'mind me of Chaz and Bump
Real low key sounded like they don't know
Nothin about drama
His money sent many men through trauma
Switchy walked in son
This bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled
Down on his 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
The spot from Comstock
Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came
His man just got fucking murked by some lame
Heard he got it in the
Range nigga Caine popped one
On his brain over some-thang
Took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down
There in Richmond mayne
In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back
"Down down baby
" Nelly singin my wrist blingin what?
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise
Three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin that shit
I can see it in his eyes
Comin up Wise and locs is close
And locs ride 'round lookin
For wires to toast
Benny hopped out the Escalade with
A few thorough men
From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland
His first batch of diesel
He 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 livin the dream
Seen he pulled up, goddamn
You know his format
Bentley Azure, marble in the door
Mink floor mats hit the hazards
Out the stash box popped two 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 Ty in the blue GS
Stuntin 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 peeped his style son I know his steelo
He on the d-low
He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he
Maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and
Send shots through ya
Few niggas tried to merk 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, let's go