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