50 Cent - ***** You Lyrics
[chorus: scratching]Pain in da ass ***** you [3x]Styles I dont give a ***** [3x]Styles I dont give a ***** who you arePain in the ass ***** youNas niggaz is this and thatBig pun Im even, even better than beforeStyles I dont give a ***** who you arePain in da ass ***** youNas niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the bestStyles I dont give a ***** who you arePain in da ass ***** youNas niggaz is this and thatBig pun Im even, even better than beforeStyles I dont give a ***** who you areNas niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best[verse]Either Im trippin off the ecstasyOr I could feel the world turninIm havin flashbacks, I can feel the shells burninComin up, I was taught never back downThats why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down32 shots, squeeze til there aint a shell leftCome with my gun smokin, you can smell deathThey get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homieHit the gas on it, pull up and mash on emTheres a lot of talk in the streets about meNiggaz know, aint nothing sweet about meGet back to questions, like 50, who shot ya? ...You think it was preme, freeze or tah, tah?Nigga, street shit should stay in the streetSo, keep it on the lowBut everybody whos somebody already knowA few words for any nigga that get hit the ***** upMy advice if you get shot down, is get the ***** upLets go[chorus (different variations)][verse]MaaaaaaaaanI told niggaz not to ***** with me they still push meFigured theyd get away with it cause tone and poke *****I been gone through static, shot at with automaticsSince 90, when nas came out with illmaticIf suge was home, death row would be good for meCause tommy matola aint shootin out in the hood wit meIve been shot 9 times my nigga thats why I walk funnyHit in the jaw once, why I talk funnyWith a ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no careThink my grandmas prayers the only reason Im hereMy wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icyThats why you ***** like me, so Im a heavyweightHow dare these niggaz take me lightly?I aint come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like meMy own homie said 50, you done lost yo mindCause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine[chorus (different variations)][verse]Cant find a nigga in the hood, that say 50 aint hotWhen I drop, Im sound like eminem and kid rockPlay the block, with the watch all rocked the ***** upJukes me, a week later yall be shot the ***** upBorn a healthy baby, I wasnt always crazyThis aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made meThe ds call me by my government nameI be dumb and shoot up parksHave niggaz runnin like jesus cominTheres wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the darkCause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heartSo when they come home, the come homeWalking that tough walk, talking that rockavaledeTalkll get you shot in new york - bbbbllllatttttSex, money, murder, I gotta eatBut I aint tryin do +hard time+ like +pistol p+See, niggaz uptown understand me in the streetYou niggaz uptownll stan me in the streetHa-ha[chorus (different variations)]
