[Chorus] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them Your succes is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that, if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot ha, ha pussy..
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"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game Shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child
Them niggaz they just suck, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you man" Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own... bad guy (bad guy)
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I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored It ain't over... (G-Unit!) I've been patiently waiting to BLOOW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life Well you done heard bout them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit mothafuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know... ha ha (G-Unit!)
Oh, no, he didn't say anything about Ja, okay Ja is MY boo, okay Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody. Hey y'all know! Big thangs come in small packages! Holla! Now ev'rythang was cool Until 50 Cent came back into the picture. THEY better NOT put thier hands on Jeffrey. Okay, 'cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree PINK belt. Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery, okay? 'Cause, see, they don't KNOW me. Delicious- Do they know me? Okay, I thought so. 'Cause YOU know I know karate. And I will see him, and I will Jet-Li his ass.
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Compositor: 50 CentPublicado em 2003ECAD verificado fonograma #35289033 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM