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 [Chorus: scratching]
  In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
 Styles "I  give a fuck" [3x]
 Styles "I don't  a fuck who you are"
 Pain In  Ass " Fuck You"
 Nas "Niggaz  this and that"
 Big Pun "I'm even, even  than before"
 Styles  don't give a fuck who you are"
 Pain In Da Ass  you"
 Nas "Niggaz is  and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
 Styles "I  give a fuck who you are"
 Pain In Da  "Fuck you"
 Nas "Niggaz is this and 
  Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
 Styles "I don't give a  who you are"
 Nas "Niggaz is this  that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
 
 [Verse]
  I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
 Or I  feel the world turnin'
  havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
 Comin' up, I was taught  back down
 That's why I act the way I act now,  the mac down
  shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
 Come with my gun smokin', you can  death
 They get the first laugh, I get the last  homie
 Hit the gas on  pull up and mash on 'em
 There's  lot of talk in the streets about me
 Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet  me
 Get back to questions, like "50,  shot ya?...
 You think it was Preme, Freeze  Tah, Tah?"
 Nigga, street shit should stay  the street
 So, keep  on the low
 But everybody who's  already know
 A few words for any  that get hit the fuck up
 My advice if you get shot down,  get the fuck up
 LET'S GO
 
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 [Verse]
 Maaaaaaaaan
 I told niggaz not to fuck with  they still push me
 Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and  pussy
 I been gone  static, shot at with automatics
 Since 90,  Nas came out with "Illmatic"
 If Suge  home, Death Row would be good for me
 Cause Tommy  ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
 I've been  9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
 Hit in the jaw once,  I talk funny
 With a Ruger on  hip, I walk the street with no care
 Think my grandma's prayers the  reason I'm here
 My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my  icy
 That's why you bitch like me, so I'm  heavyweight
  dare these niggaz take me lightly?
 I ain't come  make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
 My own homie said "50, you done lost  mind"
  I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
 
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 [Verse]
 Can't find a nigga in the  that say "50 ain't hot"
  I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
 Play the block, with the watch all rocked  fuck up
 Jukes me,  week later y'all be shot the fuck up
 Born a  baby, I wasn't always crazy
 This aint how moma rasied  this how the hood made me
  D's call me by my government name
 I be dumb and shoot up 
  niggaz 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  they come home, the come home
 Walking that  walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
  get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
 Sex,  murder, I gotta eat
 But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol 
 See, niggaz uptown understand me in the 
 You niggaz uptown'll "Stan"  in the street
 Ha-ha
 
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