Straight Back Down - Dean Lewis

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!"

Well, I won't back down No, I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of hell But I won't back down Gonna stand my ground Won't be turned around And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down Gonna stand my ground And I won't back down Hey, baby There ain't no easy way out Hey, I will stand my ground And I won't back down Well, I know what's right I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around But I'll stand my ground And I won't back down Hey, baby There ain't no easy way out Hey, I will stand my ground And I won't back down No, I won't back down

Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls Children of the corn field Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear them muddy boots Stay true to how we're raised Ain't nothin' bout us fake You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer Just a bunch of John Deere junkies Gettin' funky to some old Hank Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we can't Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain Yeah, it's a kind of thing You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour