GetRichZay, Noisy Jay - 50 Cent lyrics

Yup (Noisy on the beat)
Hol' up, wait, bitch
I'm finna talk my shit (Yup)
Gun so goddamn big
I swear it be hard to tuck my blick (Damn)
Yup, don't pull that felon, lil' nigga
You don't wanna make my list (Uh, uh)
Nah, come on

Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a
Professional with that bitch like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies
I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready
Check a opp just like some mix
(Ayy, Luhreece) yup, pussy tried to hide
Too bad we seen him through the tint
(Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell
My shoes be costin' niggas rent
(Bitch, nah, aight, come on)
This bitch just text sayin' she love
Mе, I text her back, "You got me bеnt"
(What?) yup, we gon' get they lo'
Push on they block soon as we see
(Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin'
I'm goin' out like 50 Cent
(Aight, come on, on my mama)

Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib
Like we came with some tints
Yeah, niggas be so damn pussy
When they see me, They be timids
(Get down) you can ask my mama
I moved to East Pilot Street
And I've been thuggin' since
(Ayy, East Pilot)
Bitch, I feel like 2Pac 'cause
I ball above the rim (Aight, come on)
Yup, ayy, my brother say, "Fuck
Them", so I say, "Fuck them"
(Fuck them) yup, bitch, I'm out in LA
Eatin' steak with Cutt 'nem (Cutt 'nem)
Yup, dare a nigga to try me
I tweak how quick I bust him (Boom)
I say
(Bah, bah, bah) , "I dare a nigga to try me
And watch how quick I touch him" (Uh uh
Yup)

Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a
Professional with that bitch like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies
I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready
Check a opp just like some mix
(Ayy, Luhreece) yup, pussy tried to hide
Too bad we seen him through the tint
(Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell
My shoes be costin' niggas rent
(Bitch, nah, aight, come on)
This bitch just text sayin' she love
Mе, I text her back, "You got me bеnt"
(What?) yup, we gon' get they lo'
Push on they block soon as we see
(Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin'
I'm goin' out like 50 Cent
(Aight, come on, on my mama)

Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a
Professional with that bitch like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies
I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready
Check a opp just like some mix
(Ayy, Luhreece) yup, pussy tried to hide
Too bad we seen him through the tint
(Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell
My shoes be costin' niggas rent
(Bitch, nah, aight, come on)
This bitch just text sayin' she love
Me, I text her back, "You got me bent"
(What?) yup, we gon' get they lo'
Push on they block soon as we see
(Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin'
I'm goin' out like 50 Cent
(Aight, come on, on my mama)