Artist: 50 Cent Album: Forever King Mixtape Song: Respect it or Check It Typed by: Lcstyle@hotmail.com (Intro) Some niggas just wanna smoke Some niggas wanna smoke niggas Some niggas sell coke Some niggas sellin dope nigga We all hood, different pedigrees Now check out my melody You fuck around I catch a felony Now check out my melody (Chorus) Since a little nigga I been on my own Me I hold the chrome you don't think so respect it or check it nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown Me I'm full blown, you don't think so respect it or check it nigga (Verse 1) I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke nigga Same attitude you got it go head smoke nigga I'm fucking with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance Powered by 50 goddamn it I think I made it I tried to keep it basic they wanna complicate shit The feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit Portray being a friend to me and I'll make you a memory That .40 Cali barrel get to smoking like a chimney Niggas sick of pussy shit and me I'm just the remedy O 3 get rich nigga you remember me? (Interlude) hey yo pull that back, man! hey yo play that again man, you know what I'm saying (Intro) (Chorus) (Verse 2) I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke nigga Same attitude you got it go head smoke nigga I'm fucking with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance Powered by 50 goddamn it I think I made it I tried to keep it basic they wanna complicate shit The feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit Portray being a friend to me and I'll make you a memory That .40 Cali barrel get to smokin like a chimney Niggas sick of pussy shit and me I'm jus the remedy O 3 Get Rich nigga you remember me? Shorty rock her hips she get to looking like a entree Bad bitch fat ass bouncing it like Beyonce She saying I'm a a Diva, I'm a, I'm a a Diva I'm a fuck her and leave her nigga I don't need her I was born alone I die alone I be in the zone Bitches won't leave me alone, now that my money long! 2 x (Chorus) (Verse 3) I pull the hammer out and spank niggas I peep your style you got sugar in your tank nigga Don't fuckin' wink at me I blend in with the best of them, shooters and robbers I'm on that Will-I-Am shit, I black ya eye for bloggin What the fuck is the problem? Violence isn't the answer I split your fuckin' head then get jammed up Why did you call the cops? Why didn't you say I'm hot? It's been six years I been here on top You act like I'm a average nigga, spittin a average flow Fuckin with average bitches like everywhere that I go I'm not focused on hoes I'm focusing on the dough And I won't talk to you after my next album blow (Chorus) (Outro) Rest In Peace to Michael Jackson You niggas need me man I might have to start moonwalkin Couple dance moves and shit Write me some shit call it Billie Jean is my lover I'm back nigga Why you so quiet Niggas know it's summertime I'm all over the place nigga And you know when you see me: I'm strizzapped Oh shit nigga!