Fuck You lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Fuck You



 Send "Fuck You" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[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

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(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 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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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 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

[Chorus (Different
Variations)]