Back Down

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Woo! Yeah G-G-G-G-G-Unit G-Unit Ha ha It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard You's a 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 his life to be Suge You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting 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 coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down "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 little punk ass thinking out loud Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down I'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 niggas they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child Them niggas dead, 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 saying "50 we feeling you, mane" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own 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 coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac 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 O.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 getting extorted 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 cause you fear for your life But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga They not gon' like you I know, I know Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffrey Okay, just 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 I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!