(Verse 1)



I let my watch talk for me

My whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, Blaw what up homie

My watch saying " Hi shorty we can be friends"

My whip saying "Quit playing bitch get in"

My ear ring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty it's only right that we ball together

I'm in to bigger things ya'll niggaz, ya'll know me style

Yo wrist bling, bling my shit bling blaw

My pinky ring talk it say " 50 i'm Sick" That's why these niggaz is on my dick

Some hate me some love my hits

Flex my man he gone bump my shit

See I'm a lie and I really don't care

I tell the hoes what ever they wanna hear

You try to play me I'mma blaze in your ear

My cross cost more than crib yo mamma raised ya



(Chours 2x)



I was a poor nigga

Know I'm a rich nigga

Gettin money know you can't tell me shit nigga

You can catch me in tha 4 dot 6 nigga

In tha back seat foddiling yo 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 slamma

I aint no fucking bamma

I'm from N. Y. woddie, but I know Country Grammer

See me I get it crunk

Nigga go head and front

You see me sittin on dubs that's why you mad chump

Don't make me hit you up

These shells will split you up

I lay you down, yo con-boys will pick you up

See 50 play for keeps

See 50 stay with heat

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

I'm real gully man

The hood love me man

Don't make me show up in yo crib like Bra-Man

Locked up in the pin I still did my thing

C.0.'s screamin " Shut the fuck up in the pin"



(Chours 2x)



I'm in the benz on monday

Tha range on tuesday

Coop on wendsday

Thursday i'm in tha Hooptie

Porch on friday

Shit fuck it I tear up the high Way

You can ask shorty about my dick game

Cause she don't know me she only know me nick name

Left the hood and came back damn shit changed

These young boys they done got they own words man



(Chours 2x)