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  Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
  Styles "I don't give a fuck" [3x]
  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"
    [Verse]
  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
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  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
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  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
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