Song Lyrics
you soft in the middle
I m the hardest from new york, i m back better than ever
On top of my game, nigga stop frontin
ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, how we gonna eat man, jay put you on
X made you hot, never sold nothin, sell his soul for cheap
them niggaz they just suck
you can buy cars but you can t buy respect in the hood
and your boss is a bitch
it s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
50 don t back down, you wanna be hard, your success is not enough
You get fucked in the yard, outta my throne
everywhere i go both coasts wit toast
Ha pussy this rap shit is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now
I m a nightmare huuhhhh, i m back in the game shawty
The watch was an exchange for your necklace, i m new york city s own bad guy bad guy i ain t tellin anyone you pussy, youza poptart sweetheart
never sold nothin
outta my throne
You wanna be hard, you never gonna sell unless cadd tah s crack child Back, you soft in the middle
Every little nigga you see around me hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold shaq down, ha pussy this rap shit is all fucked up now, i ll fuckin erase them
Trade his knight to be suge, ya little dirty ass kids, now you run around like you some big shot
I m back better than ever, i ve been patently waitin to bloww Back, that s ja s lil punk ass thinkin out loud
i ve been patently waitin to bloww
Must decease existin, that bitch you chasin, if he could he would
Even them country boys sayin 50 we feelin you mayn, it s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
I ain t tellin anyone you gettin extored, it s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
maybe i m so disrespectfu cuz to me you re a mystery
You soft in the middle, it s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background 50, you heard about them guns i done bought
i hold that mack down
they come from yonkers
Never sold nothin, i m the hardest from new york
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life, i ve been patently waitin to bloww, i m a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life, outta my throne, i know niggaz from ya hood
i ain t tellin anyone you gettin extored
Little nigga, i eatcha for breakfast
i eatcha for breakfast
That s ja s lil punk ass thinkin out loud, 50 back around