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    "Back Down" Lyrics

    50 Cent

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! (G-Unit!)

    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, little 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 poptart 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 disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery
    I know niggaz from ya 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..


    "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 lil punk ass thinking out loud
    Southside till 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 niggaz, they come from Yonkers
    It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
    You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child
    Them niggaz 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 feelin you man"
    Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
    I'm New York City's own... BAD GUY (BAD GUY)


    I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy
    I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored
    It ain't over...(G-Unit!)
    I've been patiently waiting to BLOOW
    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 huuhhh
    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 mothafuckin 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 y'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 twelve-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!"
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Mike Elizondo, Ronald Feemster, Curtis James Jackson, Andre Romell Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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