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Fifty On Red Lost Cause

deal, hit the garage and switch wheels My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on

, and no-one's from the old school 'Cause rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the old school 'cause rap on a whole Isn't even twenty years old Fifty

Tarantino Scales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O Making the block hotter than Jalepe OS G. Luciano Be wettin' shit like piesce in 'Casino' Fifty dollar

t hear 'em, who? Alex with the fuckin' loaded thirty-oh-two, 'cause This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on

excellent rock waves with Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mindstate prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily, wall street bound walkin' on

and ran back to the fiends on my block Fiends on my block? That's logical, my flow is phenomenal I put a couple dots on your block like dominoes Red beaming

How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us Vision is fine, I can still hear (So) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear Cause why? (Cause why?) Nothin

s Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard

lead, bleeding red onto my bedspread, and he also seems to be missing his head Why am I holding this gun and axe? Do exploding pacemakers cause heart