Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" Styles "I don't give a fuck" 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"
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
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
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
