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
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
gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you You want Benz? I'll buy two You should want me like you want success Girl with
's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You
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
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
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
" - 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
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