50 Cent se narodil jako Curtis Jackson, 6. července 1976 v South Jamaica / Queens v New Yorku, do rodiny s drogovou minulostí. Pseudonym 50 Cent si Curtis zvolil podle proslaveného gangstera Fort Green Projects. Rapper je věřící a jedno z jeho...
Píseň: Lay You Down
- Interpret:
- 50 Cent
- Album:
- 50 Cent + G - Unit
I don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN Don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I´ve been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long I´m fin ta Crip walk and put some mo´herfucking khakis on Naw that´s aight man I ain´t got nothin to prove I´m rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose Look man, I don´t know what you been drinkin I don´t know what you been thinkin But get outta line and it´s oops upside ya head The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldn´t walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin You heard of me but do you know how I get down Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now I´ll start some bullshit and I´ma lay ya punk ass down [Hook: 50 Cent] I don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN Don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN [Verse 2: Young Buck] Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn Just cuz I like ice don´t compare me to Lil Wayne I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 I don´t dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy? I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin What´s in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip Crips & Bloods they show me love like I´m claimin a set These industry niggas know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up that´s why your show got cancelled 50 whatever they did to the kid is handled Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers FUCK Y´ALL NIGGAS [Hook: 50 Cent] I don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN Don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN [Bridge: 50 Cent] Everywhere we go, just leaves number one We won´t stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one) Man we own that slot, we won´t stop [Hook: 50 Cent] I don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN Don´t know what you been thinkin, don´t know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I´ll lay your ass DOWN [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] A bitch know it´s a privilege if I stop to check her Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I don´t mean a soda The 16 top shot loader´ll bend ya ass up like yoga Your fuckin wit a soldier I´m sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder So please keep talkin So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin The birds keep hawkin, why? Cuz I´m burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don´t argue I´ll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out you´d prolly shit Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures Plus I light up trees like every day´s Christmas
