Poor Lil Rich Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

(Verse 1) 

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me 

My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie 

My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends 

My whip saying quit playing bitch get in 

My earring saying we can hit the mall together 

Shorty its only right that we ball together 

I'm into bigger things ya niggaz ya know my style 

Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow 

My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick 

That's why these niggaz is on my dick 

Some hate me, some love my hits 

Flex my man he gon bump my shit 

See I'm alive man I really don't care 

I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear 

You try and play me I'ma blaze it in 

My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in 

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(Chorus: repeat 2x) 

I was a poor nigga 

Now I'm a rich nigga 

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga 

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga 

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga 

(Verse 2) 

New York niggaz, copy niggaz like it's all good 

Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood 

I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama 

I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar 

See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front 

I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) 

My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps 

You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump 

Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up 

I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up 

See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat 

I can't go commercial, they love me in the street 

I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man 

Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man 

Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing 

C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen 

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Chorus (2x) 

I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday 

Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay 

Porsche on Friday, I do things my way 

Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway 

Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game 

But she don't know me, she only know my nickname 

Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed 

These young boys, they done got they own work man 

Chorus (2x)