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[50 Cent] I´m on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I´m with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That´s how it´s goin´ down Don´t play wit´ me, I don´t have patieeeeeents My headachin´, and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin´, they don´t know what they faaaaaacin´ Nigga you play around, I lay you down That´s how it´s goin´ down I be in court throwin´ signs like I´m a maaaaaason Nigga witness against me, I´ma eraaaaaase ´em If they try an runaway, I´ma chaaaaaaase ´em Now with the pound, and I´m a lay ´em down That´s how it´s goin´ down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That´s how we get down 22´s on the jeep Somthin´ deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That´s how we get down [50 Cent] 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 slippin´, then get hit wit´ like three In every hood in the US, I´m 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 22´s leave ya hos confuuuuuused 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 [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That´s how we get down 22´s on the jeep Somthin´ deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That´s how we get down [50 Cent] In the city, a young buck´ll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give ´em the word, you gonna get yo´ ass hit I don´t know why niggaz 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 here they be sayin´ man "50 be flippin´" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin´" I know death is promised, I don´t fear gettin´ murked It´s 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? I´ll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That´s how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That´s how we get down 22´s on the jeep Somthin´ deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That´s how we get down

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