50 Cent Lyrics
"Fuck
You"
[Chorus: scratching]
Pain
In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck"
[3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass
" Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm
even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you
are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and
that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give
a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz
is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles
"I don't give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that,
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
[Verse]
Either
I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin'
flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back
down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze
til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They
get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up
and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know,
ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot
ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit
should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody
already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice
if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO
[Chorus
(Different Variations)]
[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I
told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away
with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with
automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge
was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out
in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit
in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street
with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist
icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm
a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to make
friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done
lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
[Chorus
(Different Variations)]
[Verse]
Can't find a nigga
in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like
Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes
me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always
crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call
me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin'
like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in
the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So
when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder,
I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz
uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me
in the street
Ha-ha
[Chorus (Different Variations)]
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