50 Cent - Rotten Apple Lyrics
[50 cent]Im on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaationIm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaationI tell you take it off no hesitaaaaaationNigga you play around, I lay you downThats how its goin downDont play wit me, I dont have patieeeeeentsMy headachin, and I need my medicaaaaaaationNiggaz be hatin, they dont know what they faaaaaacinNigga you play around, I lay you downThats how its goin downI be in court throwin signs like Im a maaaaaasonNigga witness against me, ima eraaaaaase emIf they try an runaway, ima chaaaaaaase emNow with the pound, and Im a lay em downThats how its goin down[chorus]Better watch how you talkBetter watch where you walkOn the streets of new yorkThats how we get down22s on the jeepSomthin deep in the seatWhen we creep wit the heatThats how we get down[50 cent]Wise men listen and laugh while fools talkStick up kids dont live long in new york***** around and catch the wrong jukes on the streetGet caught slippin, then get hit wit like threeIn every hood in the us, Im that nigga they feelinRap full of good guys, 50 cent is the villanI play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin rightTeachin the hoodrats what cristal taste likeI put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neckWe in the hood nigga schemin, what you expect?My s on 22s leave ya hos confuuuuuusedOn the track ready to choose, like daddy we want youMy love live aint change, the shorties still hug meBullet wound in my face, and *****es still love meNow nelly told you how them country boys talkI came to teach you how we put it down in new yorkThats how we get down[chorus]Better watch how you talkBetter watch where you walkOn the streets of new yorkThats how we get down22s on the jeepSomthin deep in the seatWhen we creep wit the heatThats how we get down[50 cent]In the city, a young buckll tell you how the mac spitO.g. give em the word, you gonna get yo ass hitI dont know why niggaz like to talk bad about meIm the richest nigga they know without a g.e.d.Man it could be the money, it could be the iceIt could be theyd like to be me and cant live my lifeYou should here they be sayin man 50 be flippinShot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippinI know death is promised, I dont fear gettin murkedIts when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurtsNow we can hit the club and get it crunkedOr you could start some shit, and I could hit you withThe pump, you can have it how you wantBut 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 piecesThats how we get down[chorus]Better watch how you talkBetter watch where you walkOn the streets of new yorkThats how we get down22s on the jeepSomthin deep in the seatWhen we creep wit the heatThats how we get down
