Fuck You歌词

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Pain in da ass fuck you [3x]

Styles I dont give a fuck [3x]

Styles I dont give a fuck who you are

Pain in the ass fuck you

Nas niggaz is this and that

Big pun Im even, even better than before

Styles I dont give a fuck who you are

Pain in da ass fuck you

Nas niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best

Styles I dont give a fuck who you are

Pain in da ass fuck you

Nas niggaz is this and that

Big pun Im even, even better than before

Styles I dont give a fuck who you are

Nas niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best



[verse]

Either Im trippin off the ecstasy

Or I could feel the world turnin

Im havin flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin

Comin up, I was taught never back down

Thats why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down

32 shots, squeeze til there aint 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

Theres a lot of talk in the streets about me

Niggaz know, aint 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 whos 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

Lets go



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[verse]

Maaaaaaaaan

I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me

Figured theyd 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 aint shootin out in the hood wit me

Ive been shot 9 times my nigga thats 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 grandmas prayers the only reason Im here

My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy

Thats why you bitch like me, so Im a heavyweight

How dare these niggaz take me lightly?

I aint 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]

Cant find a nigga in the hood, that say 50 aint hot

When I drop, Im sound like eminem and kid rock

Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up

Jukes me, a week later yall be shot the fuck up

Born a healthy baby, I wasnt always crazy

This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me

The ds call me by my government name

I be dumb and shoot up parks

Have niggaz runnin like jesus comin

Theres 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

Talkll 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 uptownll stan me in the street

Ha-ha



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