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50 Cent - Poor Lil Rich Nigga
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(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)
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<b>50 Cent - Poor Lil Rich Nigga</b><br><marquee direction="up" scrollamount="2" width="300"> (Verse 1)<br /> <br /> I let my watch talk for me <br /> My whip talk for me <br /> My gat talk for me, Blaw what up homie <br /> My watch saying " Hi shorty we can be friends"<br /> My whip saying "Quit playing bitch get in"<br /> My ear ring saying we can hit the mall together <br /> Shorty it's only right that we ball together <br /> I'm in to bigger things ya'll niggaz, ya'll know me style <br /> Yo wrist bling, bling my shit bling blaw<br /> My pinky ring talk it say " 50 i'm Sick" That's why these niggaz is on my dick<br /> Some hate me some love my hits <br /> Flex my man he gone bump my shit <br /> See I'm a lie and I really don't care <br /> I tell the hoes what ever they wanna hear <br /> You try to play me I'mma blaze in your ear <br /> My cross cost more than crib yo mamma raised ya <br /> <br /> (Chours 2x)<br /> <br /> I was a poor nigga <br /> Know I'm a rich nigga <br /> Gettin money know you can't tell me shit nigga<br /> You can catch me in tha 4 dot 6 nigga <br /> In tha back seat foddiling yo bitch nigga<br /> <br /> (Verse 2)<br /> <br /> New York niggaz copy niggaz like it's all good<br /> Fuck around we crip walking in the wrong hood<br /> I'm fresh up out the slamma <br /> I aint no fucking bamma <br /> I'm from N. Y. woddie, but I know Country Grammer <br /> See me I get it crunk <br /> Nigga go head and front <br /> You see me sittin on dubs that's why you mad chump<br /> Don't make me hit you up <br /> These shells will split you up <br /> I lay you down, yo con-boys will pick you up<br /> See 50 play for keeps <br /> See 50 stay with heat <br /> I can't go commersial, they love me in the street<br /> I'm real gully man <br /> The hood love me man <br /> Don't make me show up in yo crib like Bra-Man<br /> Locked up in the pin I still did my thing <br /> C.0.'s screamin " Shut the fuck up in the pin"<br /> <br /> (Chours 2x)<br /> <br /> I'm in the benz on monday <br /> Tha range on tuesday <br /> Coop on wendsday <br /> Thursday i'm in tha Hooptie<br /> Porch on friday<br /> Shit fuck it I tear up the high Way <br /> You can ask shorty about my dick game <br /> Cause she don't know me she only know me nick name <br /> Left the hood and came back damn shit changed <br /> These young boys they done got they own words man<br /> <br /> (Chours 2x) </marquee><br>Lyrics provided by <a href="http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics"><u>http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics</u></a>

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50 Cent - Poor Lil Rich Nigga
(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)
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