Clark Kent - f** You lyrics

[Hook: scratching] [Pain In Da Ass] "f** You" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a f**" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a f** who you are" [Pain In The Ass] " f** You" [Nas] "n***as 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 Ass] "f** you" [Nas] "n***as is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse 50 Cent] 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 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***as know, ain't nothing sweet about me They keep asking me 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! [Hook (Different Variations)] [Verse 50 Cent] Maaaaaaaaan I told n***as 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 Mattola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 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, son I'm a heavyweight How dare these n***as take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and n***as 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 [Hook (Different Variations)] [Verse 50 Cent] Can't find a n***a in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'm sell like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the f** up Jux 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***as runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, n***as cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, n***as would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rikers Island Bing Talk" Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I ain't tryin' to do hard time like Pistol Pete See, n***as uptown understand me in the street You n***as uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha