Like My Style lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Like My Style



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[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
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta
pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock
hit
"50 you need some help" chill yo, yo 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
Wit 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)