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Текст песни 50 Cent - 50 Bars

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[repeat 2X]50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of painWhen I`m dead and gone niggaz gon` remember my name, 50[50 Cent]Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like PapiSneaky muh`fucka `mind me of nigga that clapped meHe ain`t the type you shoot dice with and win dawgUnless you want to get your ass laid out in GilmoreHe had some soldiers, `mind me Troy and E-BagsWhen they came through they hollored like, "Whattup Conrad?"Grimy niggaz, they loved to get gullySummertime, still had on black gloves and skulliesThe Lex 450 pulled up that`s CornbreadThem niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old headBut he a O.G., `mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low keySounded like they don`t know nothin about dramaFor this money shit many men do traumaSwitchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest assThe bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-ClassHeard in D.C., he kept mad blocks in orderPicture this, a young nigga gettin it like Rich PorterSonny came in for half a pit - he got knockedHe on lock still controllin the spot from ComstockPop pulled up in the CL5, surprisin CaineHis man just got fucking merked by some lameHeard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brainover some-thang, took his watch and his chainCountry boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayneIn 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 piesSon he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyesComin up Wise, and locs is closeAnd locs ride `round lookin for wires to toastBenny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough menFrom B-More, they sellin heroin in MarylandReverts back to Diesel, killed like 4 fiendsHis popularity grew, that only meant more creamFirst it was him and his brother, now he got a teamWent from 5 and a half grams to livin the dreamSeen he pulled up, God damn, you know his formatBentley is all marble in the door, mink floor matchHit the hazards, out the stash box popped 2 glocksPeace "All Eyez on Me," 2PacEverybody know he a boss he still gotta flossHe on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up northThat`s Ty in the blue TS, stuntin like he Nicky BarnesHe broke but he talk like he a DonHomes hoppin out the Jag that`s Max, Haitian catKill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian JackI peeped his style son I know his steelo, he on the d-lowHe smile at niggaz mumblin fuck you in CreoleHeard war stories bout how he maneuver with the RugerHold the iron horizontally and send shots through yaFew niggaz tried to merk him, most them got foundSome turned away try to run they in wheelchairs nowBanks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof thatBulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hatGot out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on thatPoppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, let`s go[repeat 2X]50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of painWhen I`m dead and gone niggaz gon` remember my name, 50

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