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Текст песни «Fuck You» от 50 Cent

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50 Cent - "Fuck You"

Lyrics to Fuck You : [Chorus: *Scratching*] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I dont give a fuck" 3x Styles "I dont give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "Im even, even better than before" Styles "I dont give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best" Styles "I dont give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "Im even, even better than before" Styles "I dont give a fuck who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best" [Verse] Either Im trippin off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin Im havin flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin Comin up, I was taught never back down Thats why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there aint 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 Theres a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, aint 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 whos 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 LETS GO Chorus (Different Variations) [Verse] Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me Figured theyd 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 aint shootin out in the hood wit me Ive been shot 9 times my nigga thats 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 grandmas prayers the only reason Im here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy Thats why you bitch like me, so Im a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly' I aint 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 Chorus [Different Variations] [Verse] Cant find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 aint hot" When I drop, Im sound like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jukes me, A week later yall be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasnt always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me The Ds call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggaz runnin like "Jesus Comin" Theres 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" Talkll 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 uptownll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha Chorus [Different Variations] [ Fuck You Lyrics ]

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