50 Cent - Poor Lil Rich Nigga - Текст песни

(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 man I really don't care 
I tell the hoes what ever they wanna hear 
You try to play me I'mma blaze it in 
My cross cost more than crib yo mamma raised ya in 

(Chours 2x)

I was a poor nigga 
Know I'm a rich nigga 
Gettin paper know you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in tha 4 dot 6 nigga 
In tha back seat fondelling 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
I go out up the trunk 
Come back pull out and done
My money come in lumps 
My pockets got the mumps
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 coroners come and get cha' up
See 50 play for keeps 
See 50 stay with heat 
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutta' 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 do my thang
C.0.'s screamin " Shut the fuck up in the pin"

(Chours 2x)

I'm in the benz on monday 
The B M on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday 
Thursday i'm in tha Hooptie
Porsche on friday
I do things my way
Viper or vette 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