NUMERIC : 50 CENT : Guess Who's Back? 2002
50 CENT
Guess Who's Back? 2002
Fuck You текст песни
Fuck You
[chorus: scratching]
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
[chorus (different variations)]
[verse]
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 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
[chorus (different variations)]
[verse]
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 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 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 ain't 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
[chorus (different variations)]
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