50 cent - Like My Style
(Uh
huh) I know you like my style
(Uh
huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh
huh) I know you like 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 in to doe
The
original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya
heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The
hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
The
snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's
what you get for tryin to 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 Coup 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 yo, yo I got this
Where
I'm from the D's tryin to knock us
They
swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas
Man
I ain't give them lil niggas no product
Chorus:
(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
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 tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue
touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I
make hits about what I do in my leisure
G
unit gang, can't another clique out to see us
Niggas
lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie
hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try
ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us
Girlfriend
quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love
And
I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin
Wit
my hands on dat 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
I'ma
New Yorker but I sound southern
And
we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After
we play, ok, got to ya husband
Chorus
Em
said you gone like my style
Dre
said you gone like my style
I
said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You
gone like how I break it down
Tony
Yayo
You're
not really, really ready (ready)
The
drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You're
not really, really ready (ready)
My
knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You're
not really, really ready (ready)
Them
shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You're
not really, really ready (ready)
You
think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
Really
really ready (ready)