50 Bars – 50 Cent

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 hollered 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 nothing 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 getting it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked
He on lock still controlling 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 somethang, 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 singing my wrist blinging what?
I’m waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
Son he smoking that shit, I can see it in his eyes
Coming up Wise and locs is close
And locs ride ’round looking for wires to toast
Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men
From B-More, they selling 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 living 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, stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he talk like he a Don
Homes hopping 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 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 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
Popping mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, let’s go

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I’m dead and gone niggas gon’ remember my name, 50