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| [50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I´ll show you how Wanna get rich I´ll show you how On ya mark, get set, let´s go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe The original don dada nobody bomb harda Ya heard what I said boy, I´m hot, I´m hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" That´s what you get for tryin to play me The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY No matter how you try you can´t stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit "50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this Where I´m from the D´s tryin to knock us They swear to God that it´s me sellin the choppas Man I ain´t give them lil niggas no product [Chorus: 50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I´ll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I´ll show you how [50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I´ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes I´ll make you a believer Tongue touch ya´ll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang, can´t another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us Try ta holla at the kid, e´ery time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending I´m the nigga ya love And I ain´t got to say nuttin you know that I´m thugin Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I´m buggin We family baby, kissin cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven I´ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style (Uh huh) You gone like how I break it down [Tony Yayo] You´re not really, really ready (ready) The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY! You´re not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You´re not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin You´re not really, really ready (ready) You think ya ready, ya not (ya not) Really really ready (ready) Visitas: 253 |
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