50 CENT - You Like Me Better Rich lyrics

rate me

Theres something about the way i get it

I do, I get it

Theres something about the way I did it

Like there’s nothing to it

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You don’t wanna see a n-gga 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 where ya live with the .44 mag

Shut up bitch, show me where the stash

Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash

You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

N-gga time, money, money time

Smoke the barrell of the nine

See ya see ya blood leak

Tell ya punk ass weak

Lay down, stay down

Go ‘head kiss the ?

Police box me in, I will kill a hostage

Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back

For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at

You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience

Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it

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This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine

Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss

Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money

Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one

Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet

Your catching hot, hell so far away

Cough up the cash before shit get really bad

You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

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Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound

Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this

Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance

They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time

This shit gon bring chills up your spine

G-g-g-g-g-unit

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Thanks to Andrei