50 Cent Rotten Apple

(50 Cent)

Im on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation

Im with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation

I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation

Nigga you play around, I lay you down

Thats how its goin down

Dont play wit me, I dont have patieeeeeents

My headachin, and I need my medicaaaaaaation

Niggaz be hatin, they dont know what they faaaaaacin

Nigga you play around, I lay you down

Thats how its goin down

I be in court throwin signs like Im a maaaaaason

Nigga witness against me, Ima eraaaaaase em

If they try an runaway, Ima chaaaaaaase em

Now with the pound, and Im a lay em down

Thats how its goin down



[Chorus]

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

Thats how we get down

22s on the jeep

Somthin deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

Thats how we get down



(50 Cent)

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk

Stick up kids dont live long in New York

Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street

Get caught slippin, then get hit wit like three

In every hood in the US, Im that nigga they feelin

Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan

I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin right

Teachin the hoodrats what Cristal taste like

I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck

We in the hood nigga schemin, what you expect?

My S on 22s leave ya hos confuuuuuused

On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you"

My love live aint change, the shorties still hug me

Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me

Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk

I came to teach you how we put it down in New York

Thats how we get down



[Chorus]

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

Thats how we get down

22s on the jeep

Somthin deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

Thats how we get down



(50 Cent)

In the city, a young buckll tell you how the mac spit

O.G. give em the word, you gonna get yo ass hit

I dont know why niggaz like to talk bad about me

Im the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.

Man it could be the money, it could be the ice

It could be theyd like to be me and cant live my life

You should here they be sayin man "50 be flippin"

"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin"

I know death is promised, I dont fear gettin murked

Its when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts

Now we can hit the club and get it crunked

Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with

the pump, you can have it how you want

But 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 pieces

Thats how we get down



[Chorus]

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

Thats how we get down

22s on the jeep

Somthin deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

Thats how we get down




[ Rotten Apple Lyrics ]