50 Cent - Rotten Apple (Lyrics)

I'm on parole, I used to be on probation

I'm with my gun, I get full coporation

I tell you "Take it off" no hesitation

Nigga you play around, I lay you down

That's how it's going down

Don't play with me, I don't have patience

My head achin', and I need my medication

Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facing

Nigga you play around, I lay you down, that's how it's going down

I be in court throwing signs like I'm a mason

Nigga witness against me, I'mma erase 'em

If they try to run away, I'm gon' chase 'em

Now or at the town, and I'mma lay 'em down

That's how it's goin' down


Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York, that's how we get down

22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat

When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down


Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk

Stick up kids don't live long in New York

Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street

Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three

In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feeling

Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain

I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right

Teaching the hood rats what Cristal taste like

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

We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect?

My S on 22s leave ya hoes confused

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

My love live ain't 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

That's how we get down


Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York, that's how we get down

22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat

When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down


In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit

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

I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me

I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.

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

It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life

You should hear they be saying man "50 be flipping"

"Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping"

I know death is promised, I don't fear getting murked

It's when a nigga half-way kill 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, you like how I break it down

Wanna get rich? I'll show you how

Take this pack, pump these pieces, that's how we get down


Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York, that's how we get down

22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat

When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down