50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
  When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50
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    Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
  Sneaky muthafucka 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 fuck 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