mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the.44 mag Shut up bitch, show me
doing bad My eyes turn red than I'm pulling out a mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught
Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look bitch it's 50, you know it's hot Number one on the billboard spot You must be high saying it's not You must be drunk, you must
street. Now niggaz know you ain't shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you
I'm a' artist! You can appreciate it... Like you appreciate... a Picasso. Or Andrew Warhol. You should love me! When you look at me... You should say: "
" - G. Dep (Repeat) [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four
you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it
his ass dead broke (broke) (50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you
they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't been through
One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you
see through them like glass Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash This
Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in
outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you