50 Cent - You Like Me Better Rich lyrics

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 sh** clear when ya a** get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up b**h, 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 a** weak Lay down, stay down Go 'head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will k** 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 a** 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 sh** 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 sh** gon bring chills up your spine G-g-g-g-g-unit