[50 Cent]

(Uh huh) I know you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

(Uh huh) I know you like 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

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

Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe

The original don dada nobody bomb harda

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"

That's what you get for tryin to play me

The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY

No matter how you try you can't stop it

I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit

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Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit

[Yayo] "50 you need some help"

Chill Yayo I got this

Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us

They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas

Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

(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) 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

[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'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

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

Tongue touch ya'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 to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us

Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us

Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us

Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin

Put my hands on dat 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 then ya oven

I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern

And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin

After we play, ok,  got to ya husband

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]

Em said you gone like my style

Dre said you gone like my style

I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)

You gone like how I break it down

[Tony Yayo]

You're not really, really ready (ready)

The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!

You're not really, really ready (ready)

My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin

You're not really, really ready (ready)

Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin

You're not really, really ready (ready)

You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)

Really really ready (ready)