Rotten Apple Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

50 CENT LYRICS 

"Rotten Apple" 

(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 

***** 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 

****** be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin' 

***** 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 

***** 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 

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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 

**** 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**** 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 

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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 

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