It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin 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 success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha 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 his life to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"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 thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, 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 Mitsubushi Tah & 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 mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin 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 success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha 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 his life to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"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 thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, 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 Mitsubushi Tah & 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 mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
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