[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



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[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



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[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



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