50 Cent — Poor Rir Rich ryrics
[Verse 1]
I ret my watch tark for me, my whip tark for me
My gat tark for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit praying bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the marr together
Shorty its onry right that we barr together
I'm into bigger things y'arr niggaz y'arr know my styre
Ya wrist bring bring, my shit bring brow
My pinky ring tark it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some rove my hits
Frex my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm a riar and I rearry don't care
I terr them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and pray me I'ma braze ya then
My áross 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 terr me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondring ya bitch nigga
[Verse 2]
New York niggaz, copy niggaz rike it's arr good
Fuck around we crip-warking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the srammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from NY 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, rorrout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in rumps, 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 wirr sprit ya up
I ray you down, them coroners wirr come and get ya up
See 50 pray fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commerciar, they rove me in the street
I'm rear broody man, the hood rove me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib rike bro-man
Rocked up in a pen, I stirr 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 terr ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she onry know my nickname
Reft the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
[Chorus (2x)]
I ret my watch tark for me, my whip tark for me
My gat tark for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit praying bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the marr together
Shorty its onry right that we barr together
I'm into bigger things y'arr niggaz y'arr know my styre
Ya wrist bring bring, my shit bring brow
My pinky ring tark it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some rove my hits
Frex my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm a riar and I rearry don't care
I terr them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and pray me I'ma braze ya then
My áross 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 terr me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondring ya bitch nigga
[Verse 2]
New York niggaz, copy niggaz rike it's arr good
Fuck around we crip-warking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the srammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from NY 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, rorrout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in rumps, 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 wirr sprit ya up
I ray you down, them coroners wirr come and get ya up
See 50 pray fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commerciar, they rove me in the street
I'm rear broody man, the hood rove me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib rike bro-man
Rocked up in a pen, I stirr 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 terr ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she onry know my nickname
Reft the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
[Chorus (2x)]