Down On Me (feat. 50 Cent) - Jeremih

Over and over I done told ya, boy I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy And when you gon' get it in your brain? The gate's wide open and the dogs off the chain I be that youngin with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin' I be that youngin on the run after I pop somethin' In the Bible I read death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy If you axe me I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now I can stunt till my ass dead broke like JD Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas They say "Sak pase Nap boule" and rob niggas The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that? See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers X, what up? (Aight) You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down Hey, yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, think you playin' with? Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin' I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" Now we meet again, it's all good, my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood, my nigga Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard But once we got through the trials it's all smiles Till a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember where you know my name from 45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down If your head ain't off of your shoulders You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (Just nicked) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot more than that) Yeah, what the fuck is the problem? The Porsche is red, the buckets is army 30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin' Niggas like me might rush your apartment Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sell enough You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough I'm the one that flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggas is getting' shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P., holdin' D Block down You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit! Haha... It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down! Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin Look nigga... now listen Yo mami... yo papi... that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids I'll fuckin erase them Your succes is not enough You wanna be hard Knowing that... if you get knocked You get fucked in the yard Youza 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 bitch If he could he would Sell his soul for cheap Trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggas from your hood You have no history Never poked nothing Never popped nothing Nigga stop frontin Jay put you on X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down. "This rap shit is all fucked up now What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die That's just how I get down I'm back in the game shorty 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 niggas They come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child Them niggas they just suck They no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever On top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feeling you man" Now stay the fuck outta my zone Outta my throne I'm New York City's own... Bad guy! Bad guy! It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extorted It ain't over... G-Unit! 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 cuz you fear for you life Well you done heard bout them guns I done bought Right? I ain't going nowhere I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga! They not gon like you I know... I know... haha G-Unit! "Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja. Okay? Ja is my boo. Okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody. And you all know! Big things come in small packages! Holla! Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent Came back into the picture. They better not put they hands on Jeffrey... Okay? 'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so 'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!"

Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit) Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga It won't be long 'fore you dead You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me Nigga I come for your head And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street It won't be long 'fore you dead You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me Nigga I come for your head And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin' Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hot 'Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin', nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me? Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead) If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on It seems like it never lasts Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead When you wired up in ain't no smilin' See all of 'em whilin', and these niggas is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin' And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin' Ain't nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense Murder One shit, that's how it get, muh'fucker what I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig? Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon) It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (Yeah!) If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones We kick up, that's what's up, 'cause I'm out, with the chrome You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec My protects, my family, do you, understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit and a fuckin' black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react and we act Like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that Listen If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead

Yeah, uh Yeah Danger, you the fuck, nigga? Look, this for them niggas gettin' Jew money Every time they step on the ave, get they chef on, uh Say, "Mazel tov", before they step on the glass (ha-ha-ha-ha) Stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (brr) My shows ready-made, Just Don collab (ah) I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (okay) Run up, one of my youngins gon' put your lights out (brr, brr) Fuck what you write 'bout, I know what your life 'bout (pussy) Free my dog, he spin the yard with his knife out (free my niggas) Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams (uh-huh) Say what you want, but you can't say I ever took the stand, uh (never) I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand (cat) Then we can't get to him, then we gon' cook his mans (brr) For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (whip up) I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand, huh (smokin') We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (yeah) Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier Ah, I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' (yeah) So you already know the way them checks lookin', (we eatin') Yeah, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map (yeah, see what I did) Next tour's a quarter mil' run (we eatin', uh-huh) They hated on the team, but we still won (hah) Uh, I put the city on my back (yeah) Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah (yeah, yeah) I'm A student, I mean I do my homework No ski mask, put in my own work I do, do my homework I do, I do put in my own work Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean (yeah) My windows thick like twenty-four-hour stores Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors (uh-uh) It's rare that I'm wrong, I think I'm ready for war What's up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky I'm the coldest winter day when I'm out with the K Chill, play it cool 'till I come and get frostbit Let the D's find the strap in the snow after I toss it (woah) You fuck around, I set your ass on fire Hallow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires I'm up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' So you already know the way them checks lookin' Eh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, yeah Next tour's a quarter mil' run They hated on the team, but we still won Uh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah