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 [Chorus: scratching]
 Pain In Da Ass  You" [3x]
  "I don't give a fuck" [3x]
 Styles "I don't give a fuck who you 
 Pain In The Ass  Fuck You"
  "Niggaz is this and that"
 Big Pun "I'm even, even better than 
 Styles "I don't give  fuck who you are"
 Pain In Da  "Fuck you"
 Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the 
 Styles "I don't give a fuck who  are"
  In Da Ass "Fuck you"
 Nas "Niggaz is this  that"
 Big  "I'm even, even better than before"
 Styles "I don't give a fuck  you are"
 Nas "Niggaz is this and that,  just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
 
 [Verse]
 Either I'm  off the ecstasy
  I could feel the world turnin'
 I'm havin' flashbacks,  can feel the shells burnin'
  up, I was taught never back down
 That's why  act the way I act now, hold the mac down
 32 shots, squeeze  there ain't a shell left
 Come with my gun smokin', you can smell 
 They get the first laugh,  get the last laugh homie
 Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 
 There's a lot  talk in the streets about me
 Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about 
 Get back to  like "50, who shot ya?...
 You think it was  Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
 Nigga, street shit should stay in  street
 So, keep  on the low
 But everybody who's somebody already 
 A few words for any nigga that  hit the fuck up
 My advice  you get shot down, is get the fuck up
 LET'S GO
 
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 [Verse]
 Maaaaaaaaan
 I told niggaz not to  with me they still push me
 Figured they'd get away with it cause  and Poke pussy
 I been gone through static, shot at  automatics
 Since 90, when Nas came out with 
 If Suge was home, Death Row would be  for me
 Cause  Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
 I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk 
 Hit in the  once, why I talk funny
  a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
 Think my  prayers the only reason I'm here
  wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
 That's why you bitch like me,  I'm a heavyweight
 How  these niggaz take me lightly?
 I ain't  to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
 My own homie  "50, you done lost yo' mind"
 Cause  shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
 
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 [Verse]
 Can't find a  in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
 When I  I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
 Play the block, with the  all rocked the fuck up
 Jukes  A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
 Born a healthy baby, I wasn't  crazy
 This aint  moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
 The D's call me by my  name
 I be dumb and shoot  parks
  niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
 There's  pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
 Cause if  did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
 So  they come home, the come home
 Walking that tough walk, talking that 
 Talk'll get you shot  New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
 Sex, money, murder,  gotta eat
 But I aint tryin do +Hard  like +Pistol P+
 See, niggaz uptown  me in the street
 You niggaz uptown'll  me in the street
 Ha-ha
 
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