متن و پخش آهنگ Back Down از 50 Cent

متن کامل ترانه Back Down با صدای 50 Cent

Woo Yeah G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit) Haha It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down Any livin' thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah) Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (yeah) Knowin' that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard (ah) You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (hahaha) I eat ya 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 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 (uh-huh) Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin' Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you runnin' 'round like you some big shot (haha) Ha, pussy It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down "The rap game is all fucked up now, what we gon' do now? How we gonna eat, man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud Southside 'til I die, 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 dead, 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 sayin', "50 we feeling you, mane" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own bad guy (bad guy) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy I ain't gon' tell nobody you gettin' extorted, nah (it ain't over) (G-Unit) I've been patently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo) 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 But you heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin' nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you) I know, I know, hahaha (G-Unit) Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffrey Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay, 'cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so 'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, wu-ta