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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