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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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