Like My Style
50 CENT feat. Tony Yayo Of G Unit Lyrics


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(Uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
I know you like my 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 into dough (yeah)
The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh)
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot (woo)
The hoodrats they say, "He so crazy"
The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryna 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 coupé cockpit (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, Yayo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us (yeah)
They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers (uh-huh)
Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product (what?) (Yeah)

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
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, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

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 telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer (woo)
Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure (yeah)
I make hits about what I do in my leisure (huh)
G-unit gang, can't another clique out there see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryna G us
Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretendin', I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nothin', you know that I'm thuggin' (yeah)
Put my hands on that 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 (what?)
I'ma New Yorker, but I sound Southern
And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh)
After we play, okay, go to ya husband

(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 (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Em said you gon' like my style
Dre said you gon' like my style
I said you gon' like my style (uh-huh)
You will like how I break it down

You're not really, really ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy
You're not really, really ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'
You're not really, really ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready




You think ya ready, ya not
Really, really ready, ready

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "My Style" by 50 Cent ft. Bishop Brigante is a boastful song where the two artists talk about their skills, fame, and wealth. The lyrics convey that the artists are confident in their abilities and are eager to show people how to make money like they do. They brag about their success, their ability to turn drugs into money, and their prowess with women. Overall, the lyrics are a celebration of their lifestyle as successful and wealthy rappers.


The song starts with Bishop Brigante stating that he knows people like his style, and they like how he breaks it down. He then announces that he can show people how to get rich. 50 Cent joins him and talks about turning Yayo, a drug, into money and how he is the best in the business. He talks about how women love him and how he can make them believe whatever he wants. He adds that he is confident in himself and his ability to make money.


The chorus of the song repeats the lines about how people like the artists' style, but they also ask how much they like it. They also reiterate their willingness to show people how to get rich like they did.


Overall, "My Style" is a song that celebrates success, wealth, and fame. It boasts about the artists' abilities, and it highlights their luxurious lifestyle.



Line by Line Meaning

(Uh-huh)
Acknowledging the listeners’ presence.


I know you like my style (uh-huh)
Confidently acknowledging the listeners like his style.


You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Assuming the listeners like his style's mannerisms.


I know you like my style (uh-huh)
Repeating confidence in the popular appeal of his style.


You like how I break it down
Repeating the assumption of listeners' appreciation of his style's mannerisms.


Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
Offering to impart financial success knowledge to listeners.


Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
Repeating the offer to teach listeners how to become rich.


On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Motivational words to prepare listeners.


Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough (yeah)
Offering to teach the listeners how to make money through drug selling.


The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh)
Claiming his title as the best and most successful in his field.


Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot (woo)
Asserting his excellence and success in his field.


The hoodrats they say, "He so crazy"
Referring to the women in the area who are fans of his work.


The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
Referring to the informants who are attempting to stop his illegal activities.


That's what you get for tryna play me
Threatening those who are trying to interfere with his work.


The aftermath and my wrath is so shady
After someone interferes with his work, it will lead to trouble.


No matter how you try you can't stop it
Suggesting that his success and lifestyle is inevitable.


I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley coupé cockpit (cockpit)
Threatening those who compete with him.


If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket?
Questioning the quality of those competing with him.


Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit
Threatening rivals with violence from his gun.


"50 you need some help?"
Someone offering assistance.


Chill, Yayo I got this
Replying to offer and declining help, suggesting he is in control.


Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us (yeah)
Discussing the police activity against him and his group in his area.


They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers (uh-huh)
Discussing being falsely accused of selling illegal firearms.


Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product (what?) (Yeah)
Defending against the accusations and denying giving them any supplies.


But how much do you like my style? (Uh-huh)
Questioning the extent of listeners' liking toward his style.


You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Asking listeners if they appreciate the mannerisms of his style.


The birds they say I got a way with words
Gossip around the area complimenting his ability to speak well.


I be like, "Baby girl, I like them curves"
Flirting with women around him.


If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
Inviting a specific woman to spend time with him.


I'ma bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard
Stating he is single and rejecting any rumors about his relationship status.


From the telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer (woo)
Promising an impressive experience with him in a short amount of time.


Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure (yeah)
Claiming to be quite skilled at sexual acts.


I make hits about what I do in my leisure (huh)
Boasting about how even his hobbies and free time inspire his successful work.


G-unit gang, can't another clique out there see us
Asserting the superiority of his group and their work over any others.


Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Claiming that other musicians copy his flow and lyrics for their work.


Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryna G us
Referring to women who are groupies or fans in the area.


Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
Women trying to get his attention and time.


Girlfriend quit pretendin', I'm the nigga ya love
Telling women he is better for them than their current lovers.


And I ain't got to say nothin', you know that I'm thuggin' (yeah)
Reinforcing the image of him as a tough, successful criminal.


Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
Suggesting that despite being intimidating, he can also be sexually appealing.


We family, baby, kissin' cousins
Using a metaphor to suggest closeness with someone, despite it being taboo.


Now look what the riff-raff done drug in
Referring to someone unsatisfactory who has appeared in his life.


For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven (what?)
Suggesting he is better than others at making money, and questioning others' disagreements.


I'ma New Yorker, but I sound Southern
Describing how his speaking voice and music style does not match his city of origin.


And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh)
Drinking high-end alcohol until it runs out.


After we play, okay, go to ya husband
Suggesting the sexual acts with women are insignificant.


Em said you gon' like my style
Referring to another rapper who complimented his work.


Dre said you gon' like my style
Referring to another rapper who complimented his work.


I said you gon' like my style (uh-huh)
Asserting that he will be well-liked by the listeners.


You're not really, really ready
Warning of upcoming drama and violence.


The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy
Stressing the severity of the drama and violence he is warning about.


My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'
Threatening violence with a knife.


Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
Suggesting that the conflict will lead to guns being fired and people dying.


You think ya ready, ya not
Advising caution and preparation for anyone who listens to the warning.


Really, really ready, ready
Repeating the warning and asking again if listeners are prepared.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANA STINSON, CURTIS JACKSON, J. BERNARD

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