50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain  
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50  
 
[repeat] 
 
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