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
bullet proof when i flow in the recording booth lgolden zeusz lightning strikin out my fingertips when i write live the life of a young man grippin mics been in fights my fist strikes ya wind pipe you aint spittin right -urban mystic
composition of my human body is a prism light use my innersight to navigatre the matrix dodge bullets slow motions im the apex raw with it when i spit it with no latex brain thinks quick like the switch blade flip aboriginal vibe like the jamaicans and the haitins
![50 Cent - Problem Child - [Instrumental]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/BCwqXDcgh9g/mqdefault.jpg)
im listening this instrumental going through sofia, bulgaria ghettos with strong gangsters on the streets. It's brutal
Oh my days .. this takes me back to the game.. they need to remaster both games into the HD 4K universe 👍🤪❤😎💯😀♥️✌
fire rock this still today
Best song i ever Heard
Still banging it 2022 Queens 🗽🤫💯💫💪🏿🔥🔥🔥🦍
Dope!
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
Wrong song retard 😂
Good beat bro
🔥🔥🔥
bullet proof when i flow in the recording booth
lgolden zeusz lightning strikin out my fingertips when i write
live the life of a young man grippin mics
been in fights my fist strikes ya wind pipe you aint spittin right
-urban mystic
composition of my human body is a prism light
use my innersight to navigatre the matrix
dodge bullets slow motions im the apex
raw with it when i spit it with no latex
brain thinks quick like the switch blade flip
aboriginal vibe like the jamaicans and the haitins
Imma drop a freestyle on dis
Psp2 comon 50
Ill
Produced by Sha Money XL
I wonder what the samples are