50 Cent - f** You lyrics

Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best 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, thirty two shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell d**h 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 n***az 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? n***a, street sh** should stay in the street, so, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know a few words for any n***a That get hit the f** up, my advice if you get shot down Is get the f** up, let's go Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Man, I told n***az not to f** with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it 'cause Tone and Poke p**y I been gone through static, shot at with automatics, since '90 When Nas came out with Illmatic if Suge was home d**h row would be good for me 'cause Tommy Matola Ain't shootin' out in the hood wit me, I've been shot nine times My n***a, 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 b**h like me, so I'm a heavyweight How dare these n***az take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and n***az ain't gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" 'Cause I shoot out in broad day, run and toss my nine Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Can't find a n***a 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 f** up, jukes me, a week later y'all be shot the f** 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 n***az runnin' like "Jesus Comin'", there's wet pillows in prison n***az cry in the dark 'cause if they did in the day n***az 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, blat, s**, money, murder, I gotta eat But I ain't tryin' do hard time like pistol P, see, n***az uptown Understand me in the street, you n***az uptown'll stan me in the street Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Pain in da a**, f** you Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Pain in da a**, f** you Nas, n***az, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a f** who you are Nas, n***az, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best