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 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