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  • Текст песни Sueta - Back Down

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    Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
    Ha ha...

    [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 nigga you see around me
    Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold SHAQ DOWN
    Next time you in the hood and see an OG ITS OG DUMB MOTHERFUCKING CRACKER
    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 nigga, now listen
    Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasing
    Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll 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 middle
    I eatcha 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 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 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 like you some big shot
    Ha, ha pussy...

    [Chorus]

    "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 little punk ass thinkin 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 niggas, they come from Yonkers
    It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
    You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah & Crack Child.
    Them niggas 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 saying "50 we feeling 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 telling anyone you pussy
    I ain't telling anyone you gettin 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 huuhhhh
    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 nigga
    I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier nigga (They not gonna like you)
    I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)

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