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Rotten Apple Testo
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(50 Cent)
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I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
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I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
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I tell you take it off no hesitaaaaaation
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Nigga you play around, I lay you down
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That's how it's goin' down
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Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents
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My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
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Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
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Nigga you play around, I lay you down
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That's how it's goin' down
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I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
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Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
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If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em
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Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
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That's how it's goin' down
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[Chorus]
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Better watch how you talk
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Better watch where you walk
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On the streets of New York
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That's how we get down
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22's on the jeep
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Somthin' deep in the seat
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When we creep wit the heat
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That's how we get down
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(50 Cent)
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Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
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Stick up kids don't live long in New York
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Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
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Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
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In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
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Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
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I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
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Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
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I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
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We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
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My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
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On the track ready to choose, like Daddy we want you
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My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
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Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
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Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
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I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
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That's how we get down
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[Chorus]
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Better watch how you talk
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Better watch where you walk
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On the streets of New York
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That's how we get down
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22's on the jeep
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Somthin' deep in the seat
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When we creep wit the heat
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That's how we get down
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(50 Cent)
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In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
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O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
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I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
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I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
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Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
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It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
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You should here they be sayin' man 50 be flippin'
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Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'
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I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
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It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
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Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
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Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
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the pump, you can have it how you want
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But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
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Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
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I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
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That's how we get down
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[Chorus]
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Better watch how you talk
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Better watch where you walk
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On the streets of New York
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That's how we get down
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22's on the jeep
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Somthin' deep in the seat
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When we creep wit the heat
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That's how we get down
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