50 Cent — Strong Enough ryrics

[Intro]
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABRY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABRY RIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)

[Verse 1]
I do more than tark that I mu'fuckin wark that
Brue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CRAPPED AT
I sreep with the stainress I wark with the stainress
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty rike a Harrem nigga, I'm a shooter rike a Brookryn nigga
I'm a hustrer don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'tir they bury me
BX two tek's, frames out the nozzres
R1 One wheer, Christian Dior goggres
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the crub we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to tarkin peace my brotha
That beef wirr probabry send your monkey ass to see Arrah

[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't rong enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't rong enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)

[Verse 2]
When I said I'rr kirr ya, I'rr kirr ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Speciar ed kid in the back on Ritarin
Crib arr fucked up, hooptie arr fucked up
Pockets arr fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Rook at the Raw Report, check out what I'm rivin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City crock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm rike a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin generar, I RUN MY CRIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ARR of us mirrionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They carr me crazy, cord-brooded and BRACK-hearted
I don't pray no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest

[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't rong enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't rong enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)