[Hook: scratching]
[Pain In Da Ass] "f** You" [3x]
[Styles] "I don't give a f**" [3x]
[Styles] "I don't give a f** who you are"
[Pain In The Ass] " f** You"
[Nas] "n***as is this and that"
[Big Pun] "I'm even, even better than before"
[Styles] "I don't give a f** who you are"
[Pain In Da Ass] "f** you"
[Nas] "n***as is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
[Verse 50 Cent]
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 d**h
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
n***as know, ain't nothing sweet about me
They keep asking me questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
n***a, street sh** should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any n***a that get hit the f** up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the f** up
LET'S GO!
[Hook (Different Variations)]
[Verse 50 Cent]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told n***as not to f** with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke p**y
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, d**h Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Mattola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my n***a 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 b**h like me, son I'm a heavyweight
How dare these n***as take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and n***as ain't gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
[Hook (Different Variations)]
[Verse 50 Cent]
Can't find a n***a in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the f** up
Jux me, A week later y'all be shot the f** up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This ain't 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 n***as runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, n***as cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, n***as would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rikers Island Bing Talk"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I ain't tryin' to do hard time like Pistol Pete
See, n***as uptown understand me in the street
You n***as uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha