[50/50 Twin] 

I penetrate eliminate, eat beef like dinner plate 

Disintegrate cakes stem that hate, know I was fin to say 

Roy Jones Jr. imitate, then release what's in the K 

Ride off on a spin a day, plus fo' that's 28's 

Provoke or stimulate, cause Twin is thinner weight 

Kick your face with my Gucci Air Force, I'm pimping snakes 

Run like you in a race, see the effect of the mistakes 

Skin or face get a grip, you sliding on winter skates 

50/50 is pissed off, just leave him alone 

If he come to rob your house, just leave him your home 

Until his brother get out, not for any reason he come 

His gun case got every gun, swords and 53 bombs 

It would be way too late, when bullets sleep in your lungs 

Your heartbeat decreased completely, now your breathing is gone 

Your Pastor sitting by your bedside, reading you psalms 

I told you 50/50 was pissed, now just leave him alone 



[Hook x8] 

I feel like life is so unfair 

(I feel like life is so unfair) 



[50/50 Twin] 

Fellas try and fellas die, bullets fly in fellas eye 

Fellas end up in a wheelchair, hollows fly in fellas thigh 

Hello hi tell your guy, don't pedal by metal fly 

You got kids to live for, you better take your tail inside 

Catch my enemy while they sleeping, give 'em pillow shots 

This anger I issue out, reflects I've been through a lot 

Am I on mute, does anybody hear me yelling out 

Very loud I'm way too rough, in this rap game spare me now 

If thug shit is your type of high, then inhale me now 

I have so much tension, I probably could push or pet you down 

Toe to toe in every round, I'm flawless I carry crowns 

I'm the Paul Bearer for the circus, because I buried clowns 

Look don't even jam 50/50, if you gon turn it down 

Think I'm a joke, I'll put a lighter to your lip and burn your smile 

I'll put a lighter to your lip, and burn your smile 

I'll put a lighter to your lip, and burn your smile 



[Hook x8] 



[50/50 Twin] 

This ain't me writing this rap, I can't control my pen 

The words are coming from, another soul within 

Now I'm punching on myself, like where you go with Twin 

A 'Vard street block, I'm saying things Twin was holding in 

Here you have the red pill, and this is the blue 

Reality or dream world, whichever you choose 

I'm the Neo of this rap game, possessing the juice 

Download the beef stain, see what I'm fixing to do 

My name ain't Santa Clause, but I chill on your roof 

Put a stain on your shirt, like you spilling your juice 

I'm the snake that bit your foot, when you slid in your boots 

Take a murder case to trial, lose appealing and move 

I got a Tech called Mr. T, that don't pity the fool 

I slide down the vent in your room, and get rid of you dude 

Leave your body floating about, in the shivering pool 

I'm too dangerous for myself, see what I'm living will do 



[Hook x8]