50 Cent - Fk You

Chorus: *Scratching*
Pain In Da as* "fk You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fk" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fk who you are"
Pain In The as* " fck You"
Nas " is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fk who you are"
Pain In Da as* "fk you"
Nas " is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give a fk who you are"
Pain In Da as* "fk you"
Nas " is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fk who you are"
Nas " 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
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?"
nigg*, street s**t should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigg* that get hit the fk up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fk up
LET'S GO

Chorus (Different Variations)

Verse
Maaaaaaaaan
I told not to fk with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke p*ssy
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 nigg* 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 b*tch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and 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 nigg* in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm guna sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fk up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fk 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 runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, 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, uptown understand me in the street
You uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha

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