50 Cent - Fuck You lyrics

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
Niggas 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?"
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!

Maaaaaaaaan i told niggas 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 Mattola 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
Son I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggas take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and
Niggas ain't gotta like me
My own homie said "50
You done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in a broad day
Run and toss my nine


Can't find a nigga 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 fuck up
Jux 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 raised me
This how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggas runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison
Niggas cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day
Niggas would question they heart
So when they come home
They 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, niggas uptown understand me
In the street
You niggas uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha ha