Dr. Dre - Back Down lyrics

[Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little n***a you see around me Hold a gun big enough to f**ing hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 1] Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little n***a, now listen Your mami, your papi, that b**h you chasin' Your little dirty a** kids, I'll f**ing erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that you get knocked you get f**ed in the yard You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace And your boss is a b**h, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery I know n***as from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n***a stop fronting Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha ha, p**y [Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little n***a you see around me Hold a gun big enough to f**ing hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 2] "The rap game is all f**ed up now, what are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk a** thinking out loud Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard n***as they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same n***as in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child Them n***as dead, they just s**, they no good I ain't never heard a n***a say they like them in the hood I'm back better than ever on top of my game Even them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane" Now you stay the f** outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own bad guy [Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little n***a you see around me Hold a gun big enough to f**ing hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 3] I ain't gonna' tell nobody you p**y I ain't gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh? You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life But you heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, n***a I'm a G-Unit motherf**ing soldier, n***a (They not gon' like you) I know, I know [Outro] Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put their hands on Jeffrey Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his a** up like a little piece of celery Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I though so Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his a**, hitaaaah!