Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): D.J. Giz, Curtis James Jackson, Michael J. Clervoix
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50 CentRotten Apple Lyrics:
I'm on parole, I used to be on proba-a-ation
I'm with my gun I get full copora-a-ation
I tell you, "Take it off", no hesita-a-a-ation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patie-e-e-ents
My headachin', and I need my medica-a-a-ation
Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they fa-a-acin'
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 m-a-a-ason
Nigga witness against me, I'ma era-a-ase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'ma cha-a-ase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down
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
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 villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats 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 confu-u-used
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
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
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 kill 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
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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