50 Cent - Rotten Apple Lyrics:
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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
Ni**a 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
Ni**az be hatin`, they don`t know what they fa-a-acin`
Ni**a 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
Ni**a 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
F**k 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**az like to talk bad about me
I`m the richest ni**a 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 ni**a be trippin`"
I know death is promised, I don`t fear gettin` murked
It`s when a ni**a half way kill ya homie, it hurts
Now, we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some s**t, 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