50 Cent Back Down Lyrics
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Get Rich or Die Tryin’ Track Listing
2 What Up Gangsta
3 Patiently Waiting
4 Many Men (Wish Death)
5 In da Club
6 High All the Time
8 If I Can’t
9 Blood Hound
10 Back Down
12 Like My Style
13 Poor Lil Rich
14 21 Questions
15 Don’t Push Me
16 Gotta Make It to Heaven
18 U Not Like Me
19 Life’s on the Line
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down!
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down!
Every little ***** you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to ****ing 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 existing, little *****, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that ***** you chasing
Ya little dirty *** kids, I'll ****ing erase them
Your success is not enough, you want to be hard
Knowing that, you get knocked, you get ****ed in the yard
You's a 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 *****, 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 *****s from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', ***** stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha *****
"This rap **** is all ****ed up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk *** thinking out loud
Southside, Tah died, 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 *****s, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same *****s in the background
You never gonna sell and Mitsubishi Tah's a crack child
Them *****s they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a ***** 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 man"
Now you stay the **** outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own, bad guy (bad guy)
I ain't telling anyone you *****
I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted
It ain't over (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, 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
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going no where, I done told you *****
I'ma G-Unit **********ing solider ***** (They not goin' like you)
I know, I know, ha, ha (G-UNIT)
Written by: Mike Elizondo, Ronald Feemster, Curtis James Jackson, Andre Romell Young
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC