50 Cent - You Like Me Better Rich

Theres something about the way i get it I do, I get it Theres something about the way I did it Like there’s nothing to it [Chorus] You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up bitch, show me where the stash Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit N-gga time, money, money time Smoke the barrell of the nine See ya see ya blood leak Tell ya punk ass weak Lay down, stay down Go ‘head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will kill a hostage Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it [Chorus] This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before shit get really bad You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad [Chorus] Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time This shit gon bring chills up your spine G-g-g-g-g-unit