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Tytuł: Rotten Apple

  • Wykonawca: 50 Cent
  • Wy¶wietleń: 555
[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