[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 if 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 Knight to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked 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...
"The rap game 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
South Side Till I die thats just how I gets downI'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 Mitsubtichi Tie 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 mayne"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't gon tell nobody you gettin extorted
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patiently waitin to blowwwwwwww
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 huh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you feel for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin nowhere, I done told you nigga
Im a G-Unit muthafuckin soulja nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
oh no he didnt say anything about ja okay ja is MY boo okay Jeffery Atkinsss
aint neva hurt nobody an' yall know! big thangs come in small packages!
Hollaaa! Now everything was cool, until 50 Cent came back in to da picture.
they better not put they hands on jeffry cuz first of all...they do NOT know
that I am a twelve degree pink belt okay I will dice his ass up like a little
piece of celery okay cuz see thay dont know me! Delicious, do they know me?
okay I thought so, cuz you know I know karate and I will see him and I will
Jet Li his ass *!Whituuuuuuuu Whua!*
Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975 in South Jamaica, Queens, New York), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is a Grammy award nominated rapper, actor, singer, entrepreneur, author and founder of the hip hop group and label G-Unit.
After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he released his debut album Guess Who's Back Again in 2002. He was discovered by Eminem and Dr. Dre and then signed to Interscope Records. He has since released Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) ... Read More