Like My Style

[Intro: 50 Cent]

(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

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

[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow

Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough

The original don dada, nobody bomb harder

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"

But that's what you get for tryna play me

The aftermath of my wrath is so shady

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop this

I catch ya stunting in the Bentley Coupé 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

See, where I'm from, man, the D's tryin' to knock us

They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers

Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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)

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

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'm a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

From the Telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer

Tongue touch ya, I'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 there see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us

Groupie hoes from the hood, they be tryna G us

Tryna holla at the kid every time they see us

Girlfriend quit pretending, I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nothing, you know that I'm thuggin'

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 than ya oven

I'm a New Yorker, but I sound Southern

And we sip DP 'til the Don stop bubblin'

After we play, okay, go to ya husband

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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)

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

Em' said you gon' like my style

Dre said you gon' like my style

I said you gon' like my style

You will like how I break it down

[Outro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

You're not really, really ready, ready

The drama'll have ya ass in trauma, boy

You're not really, really ready, ready

My knife flip open and then I gets to poking

You're not really, really ready, ready

Them shells start poppin', them bodies gets to droppin'

You're not really, really ready

You think you're ready? You're not

Really, really ready, ready