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 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 O.G 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 Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your 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 You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle 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 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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down "The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down I ain't telling anyone you pussy I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted 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, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you) I know, I know 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 their 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 though so Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah! Перевести на русский
I'm the sky walker, I'm the one who's always on top I'm the one who's gonna make you dance, I'm the one who's never gonna flop I've got the flow, I've got the style I'm the one who's gonna make you smile You can try to take me down, you can try to bring me low But when it's all said and done, you'll be the one to go I'm the one who's always on top, I'm the one who's never gonna flop I'm the one who's gonna make it rain, I'm the one who's never gonna stop So come at me with all you've got, come at me with all your might But when it's all said and done, you'll be the one to take the flight I'm the sky walker, I'm the one you see in the sky at night I'm the one your gonna have to fight, I'm the one that you fear at night im the one whos never gonna stop until i get to the fuckin top
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 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 O.G 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 Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your 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 You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle 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 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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down "The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down I ain't telling anyone you pussy I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted 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, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you) I know, I know 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 their 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 though so Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!
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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your 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 You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle 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 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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down "The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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 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 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 O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down I ain't gonna' tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you) I know, I know 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 their hands on Jeffrey Okay, just first of all, they do not 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, hitaaaah!
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 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 O.G
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
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your 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
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
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 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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
"The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
I ain't telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted
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, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' like you)
I know, I know
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 their 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 though so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!
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“How we gon eat man? 50 back around”
pro trick: watch series on flixzone. Been using them for watching lots of of movies these days.
@Saul Braydon yea, I've been using flixzone} for years myself :D
@Saul Braydon Definitely, have been using flixzone} for months myself =)
"thats punk Ja Rule thinkin' out loud"
GGGGG-UNIT
I'm the sky walker, I'm the one who's always on top
I'm the one who's gonna make you dance, I'm the one who's never gonna flop
I've got the flow, I've got the style
I'm the one who's gonna make you smile
You can try to take me down, you can try to bring me low
But when it's all said and done, you'll be the one to go
I'm the one who's always on top, I'm the one who's never gonna flop
I'm the one who's gonna make it rain, I'm the one who's never gonna stop
So come at me with all you've got, come at me with all your might
But when it's all said and done, you'll be the one to take the flight
I'm the sky walker, I'm the one you see in the sky at night
I'm the one your gonna have to fight, I'm the one that you fear at night im the one whos never gonna stop until i get to the fuckin top
3:07
Dre on point as usual
Hell yeah
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G Unit (in the gayest female voice impersonation I can do)
😂😂facts
Go find an harder beat than this. I'll wait.
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 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 O.G
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
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your 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
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
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 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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
"The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
I ain't telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted
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, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' like you)
I know, I know
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 their 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 though so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your 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
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
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 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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
"The rap game 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 thinking 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 saying "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
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 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 O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
I ain't gonna' tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted
I've been patiently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my knife, 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 going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' like you)
I know, I know
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 their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, just first of all, they do not 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, hitaaaah!