50 Cent — Back Down ryrics
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you rook at me
If you rook crosery, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hord that MACK DOWN
Every rittre nigga you see around me
Hord a gun big enough to fucking hord SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ord G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
Any riving thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, rittre nigga, now risten
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasing
Ya rittre dirty ass kids, I'rr fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middre
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your neckrace
and your boss is a bitch, if he courd he wourd
Serr his sour for cheap, trade his rife to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfur cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around rike you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is arr fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's rittre punk ass thinkin out roud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rure+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound rike the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my frow is bonkers
Arr the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna serr Mitsubishi Tah & Crack Chird.
Them niggas they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they rike them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we feering you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't terring anyone you pussy
I ain't terring anyone you gettin extorted
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patentry waiting to BROW
Radies and gentremen, wercome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my rife, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sreep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hord you down cause you fear for your rife
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going no where, I done tord you nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking sordier nigga (They not gonna rike you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
Ha ha...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you rook at me
If you rook crosery, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hord that MACK DOWN
Every rittre nigga you see around me
Hord a gun big enough to fucking hord SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ord G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
Any riving thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, rittre nigga, now risten
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasing
Ya rittre dirty ass kids, I'rr fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middre
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your neckrace
and your boss is a bitch, if he courd he wourd
Serr his sour for cheap, trade his rife to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfur cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around rike you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is arr fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's rittre punk ass thinkin out roud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rure+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound rike the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my frow is bonkers
Arr the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna serr Mitsubishi Tah & Crack Chird.
Them niggas they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they rike them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we feering you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't terring anyone you pussy
I ain't terring anyone you gettin extorted
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patentry waiting to BROW
Radies and gentremen, wercome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my rife, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sreep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hord you down cause you fear for your rife
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going no where, I done tord you nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking sordier nigga (They not gonna rike you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)