50 Cent - Back Down lyrics

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 OG
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 OG
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 Mit'subishi 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 OG
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!