50 Cent – Back Down (2003) | Track profile | Dork

50 Cent – Back Down (2003) | Track profile | Dork

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Back Down

Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit!
Haha...

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely
50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coast with toast

Eastside... Westside
I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking 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
Look nigga... now listen
Yo mami... yo papi... that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids
I'll fuckin erase them
Your succes is not enough
You wanna be hard
Knowing that... if you get knocked
You get fucked in the yard
Youza pop-tart sweetheart
You soft in the middle
I eat ya 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 like 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 niggas from your hood

You have no history
Never poked nothing
Never popped nothing
Nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on

X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely
50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coast with toast
Eastside... Westside
I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking 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.
"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 little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside till I die
That's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shorty
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 niggas
They come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child
Them niggas 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 feeling you man"
Now stay the fuck outta my zone
Outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...

Bad guy!
Bad guy!

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely
50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coast with toast
Eastside... Westside
I hold that mack down

Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking 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

I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extorted
It ain't over... G-Unit!
I've been patiently waiting to blow
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 fear for you life
Well you done heard bout them guns I done bought
Right?
I ain't going nowhere
I done told you nigga
I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga!

They not gon like you
I know... I know... haha
G-Unit!
"Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja.
Okay? Ja is my boo.
Okay?
Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody.
And you all know!
Big things come in small packages!
Holla!

Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent
Came back into the picture.
They better not put they hands on Jeffrey... Okay?
'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt

Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me
Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I thought so
'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!"

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