50 Cent - Like My Style - Album Version (Edited)

(Uh-huh) I know you like my style (uh-huh) You like how I break it down (uh-huh) I know you like my 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 into dough (yeah) The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh) Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot (woo) The hoodrats they say, "He so crazy" The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me" That's what you get for tryna 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 coupé cockpit (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, Yayo I got this Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us (yeah) They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers (uh-huh) Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product (what?) (Yeah) 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 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, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) 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 telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer (woo) Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure (yeah) I make hits about what I do in my leisure (huh) G-unit gang, can't another clique out there see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryna G us Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us Girlfriend quit pretendin', I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nothin', you know that I'm thuggin' (yeah) Put my hands on that 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 (what?) I'ma New Yorker, but I sound Southern And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh) After we play, okay, go to ya husband (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 (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Em said you gon' like my style Dre said you gon' like my style I said you gon' like my style (uh-huh) You will like how I break it down You're not really, really ready The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy You're not really, really ready My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin' You're not really, really ready Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin' You're not really, really ready You think ya ready, ya not Really, really ready, ready