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50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
delicatessen 
It takes me thirty minutes to eat 'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss

(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)] 
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em, 
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines 
So ask yourself a question?(What question?) 
Can the Canibus
how your mom and dad wanted you to be
This is for them forty somethings
Well raise up your glass and laugh like a motherfucker
This is for them fifty
how your mom and dad wanted you to be
This is for them forty somethings
Well raise up your glass and laugh like a motherfucker
This is for them fifty
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
niggaz, sky 'em like twin towers

Hennessy, dick kisser
Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner
Light fire to names, dame sizzler
Multi, forty karat bow
minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em 
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines 
So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but 
I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
(and for
child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High
nigga call the doctor
Like Chinese tryin to salsa
It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back
Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van
Bitch
jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step
a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine 

Watchin' Jordan go for forty in a sucker tub 

Eatin' Cheetos drinkin' Mo' & getting a back scrub
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up

Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float 
To succeed or get tighter, what
some-time's life might kill
Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo akhi builds
When life feels, like earth don't spin
the lines
Comes by every forty years or so
Since more than two hundred years ago

They feast upon the sins and fears of men
Promise you just what you want