Текст песни 50 Cent — Rotten Apple
[50 Cent]
Im on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
Im with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
Thats how its goin down
Dont play wit me, I dont have patieeeeeents
My headachin, and I need my medicaaaaaaation
Niggaz be hatin, they dont know what they faaaaaacin
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
Thats how its goin down
I be in court throwin signs like Im a maaaaaason
Nigga witness against me, Ima eraaaaaase em
If they try an runaway, Ima chaaaaaaase em
Now with the pound, and Im a lay em down
Thats how its goin down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
Thats how we get down
22s on the jeep
Somthin deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
Thats how we get down
[50 Cent]
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids dont live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin, then get hit wit like three
In every hood in the US, Im that nigga 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 22s leave ya hos confuuuuuused
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you"
My love live aint 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
Thats how we get down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
Thats how we get down
22s on the jeep
Somthin deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
Thats how we get down
[50 Cent]
In the city, a young buckll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give em the word, you gonna get yo ass hit
I dont know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
Im the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be theyd like to be me and cant 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 dont fear gettin murked
Its 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?
Ill show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
Thats how we get down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
Thats how we get down
22s on the jeep
Somthin deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
Thats how we get down