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50 Cent - Poor Lil' Rich Lyrics

Song details
TitlePoor Lil' Rich
Artist50 Cent
AlbumGet Rich Or Die Tryin' [2003], Track 13
GenreHip-Hop
Duration03:19
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Song lyrics
(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

(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

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)
submitted by G-Unit Niggaz
corrected by Lady Libra on 17-10-2009


2 comments 

 Song comments
  19-05-2005 21:13 Veritas_K 
Veritas_K
 
78 posts
Doubt ur gonna marry fifty, but keep holdin it down thats gangsta.
  19-05-2005 20:59 TaintedSunshine 
TaintedSunshine
 
6 posts
This song is very addictive. I absolutely LOVE the beginning of it. The funny part is...I almost got jumped over this song. lol When you're a gothic looking white chick, people don't take too kindly to you runnin' around, singing, "In the back seat, fondling your bitch, NIGGA!!!" But I'm gonna marry 50...so FUCK y'all! lol


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