Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, Yeah I run New York [Verse: 50 Cent] You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!) First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!) They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah) Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking? I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag Now, nigga, why you mad? Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful They calling me cocky I comе up out the jewelеr, they calling me Rocky It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like "Blaow!, you like my style Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now Ohhh