50 Cent Lyrics
"Rotten
Apple"
[50 Cent]
I'm on parole,
I used to be on probaaaaaation
I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
I
tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation
Nigga you play around,
I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have
patieeeeeents
My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
Niggaz be hatin',
they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's
how it's goin' down
I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
Nigga
witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase
'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down
[Chorus]
Better
watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's
how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep
wit the heat
That's how we get down
[50 Cent]
Wise
men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New
York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin',
then get hit wit' like three
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
Rap
full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
I play the bar with 8 bottles all
night gettin' right
Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put
60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga schemin', what
you expect?
My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
On the track ready to
choose, like "Daddy we want you"
My love live ain't change, the shorties
still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly
told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down
in New York
That's how we get down
[Chorus]
Better
watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's
how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep
wit the heat
That's how we get down
[50 Cent]
In
the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give 'em the word,
you gonna get yo' ass hit
I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
I'm
the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
Man it could be the money, it
could be the ice
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
You
should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'"
"Shot my man
over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'"
I know death is promised, I don't
fear gettin' murked
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
Now
we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I
could hit you with
the pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you
like my style (Uh-Huh)
Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
I'll
show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down
[Chorus]
Better
watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's
how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep
wit the heat
That's how we get down
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