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