This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Woo
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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
Any livin' thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (yeah)
Knowin' that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard (ah)
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (hahaha)
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 his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history (uh-huh)
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you runnin' 'round like you some big shot (haha)
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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
"The rap game is all fucked up now, what we gon' do now?
How we gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' 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 niggas they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, 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, mane"
Now you 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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gon' tell nobody you gettin' extorted, nah (it ain't over) (G-Unit)
I've been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, 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 goin' nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga
(They not gon' like you)
I know, I know, hahaha (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 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 they hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't 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, wu-ta
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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
Any livin' thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (yeah)
Knowin' that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard (ah)
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (hahaha)
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 his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history (uh-huh)
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you runnin' 'round like you some big shot (haha)
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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
"The rap game is all fucked up now, what we gon' do now?
How we gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' 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 niggas they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, 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, mane"
Now you 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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' 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
I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gon' tell nobody you gettin' extorted, nah (it ain't over) (G-Unit)
I've been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, 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 goin' nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga
(They not gon' like you)
I know, I know, hahaha (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 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 they hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't 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, wu-ta
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all i have to say is 50 cent ryhmes r good but lyrics r bout fuck all
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
"i got news for u Mr Cent lay off the doobie!"
lmao!
Too much drugs for him eh
fucking sucks ass!!
yeah, 50 cent did drugs and sh*t but this song isn;t about that. he's talking to Ja Rule and all of them, only because Ja Rule does think hes all hard but 50 is hard, hes the one who got shot 9 times sold drugs and he got into fights, so this song is amazing if you think that he is directing this to all the other people who wanted him to die.
peace.
Yes this song is about Ja rule, and in which in fact after this Ja Rule should not say anything, im not sure if he did but i dont hear Ja rule's disses, but Ja got served there is no denying that, but im also tired of hearing the shit about 50 getting shot 9 times, who gives a fuck, 50 got talent he dont need the whole 9 shots thing to back him up
This song is about nothing