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Poor Lil Rich Lyrics

The song Poor Lil Rich is performed by 50 Cent in the album named Get Rich Or Die Tryin in the year 2003 .

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I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, bow! What up homie?
My watch saying, "Hi shorty, we can be friends?"
My whip saying, "Quit playing bitch get in"
My earring saying, "We can hit the mall together"
Shorty, it's only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow

My pinky ring talk it say, "50 I'm sick"
That's why these niggaz is on my d**k
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit
See I'm alive, man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya Momma raised ya in

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch, nigga

New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
f**k around we crip, walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no f**king bama
I'm from the wild 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, rollout I'm done
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump?

Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me, man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C O screaming shut the f**k up in the pen

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

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 tell ya about my d**k game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga



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50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin

  1. Intro
  2. What Up Gangsta
  3. Patiently Waiting (feat. Eminem)
  4. Many Men (Wish Death)
  5. In Da Club
  6. High All the Time
  7. Heat
  8. If I Can't
  9. Blood Hound (feat. Young Buck of G Unit)
  10. Back Down
  11. P.I.M.P.
  12. Like My Style (feat. Tony Yayo of G Unit)
  13. Poor Lil Rich
  14. 21 Questions (feat. Nate Dogg)
  15. Don't Push Me (feat. Lloyd Banks of G Unit & Eminem)
  16. Gotta Make It to Heaven