Текст песни: 50 Cent - F*ck You



[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





Chorus (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





Chorus [Different Variations]





[Verse]


Can`t find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain`t hot"


When I drop, I`ma sell 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]


Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...
(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)




[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





Chorus (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





Chorus [Different Variations]





[Verse]


Can`t find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain`t hot"


When I drop, I`ma sell 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]


Адрес электронной почты example@domain.ru
Код заказа 999-999
Нажмите после заполнения

Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты.

Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением.


Еще тексты песен: 50 Cent
21 Questions
21 Questions (Remix)
21 Questions (Remix) (Feat. Nate Dogg)
50 Bars
50 Cent is the Future
8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)
8 Mile Soundtrack
8 Mile Soundtrack/No Mercy, No Fear/Get
A Baltimore Love Thing
After My Chedar
After My Chedda
After My Cheddar
As The World Turns
Back Down
Back Seat / Tony Yayo
Bad News
Baltimore Love Thing
Banks Victory
Banks Workout
Be A Gentle Man
Be A Gentleman
Blood Hound
Blood Hound (feat. Young Buc)
Bodegas
Build You Up
Bump Dat Street Mix
Call Me
Candy Shop
Candy Shop (Remix)
Clue / 50
Clue Shit!
Corner Bodega
Cutmaster C Shit
Da Repercussions
Die At an Early Age.
Disco Inferno
Don`t Push Me
Doo Wop Freestyle
E.M.S
Elementary
Elementry
F*ck You
Fat Bitch
Fat Bitches (Freestyle)
Follow Me Gangster
Fuck Dat Bitch
Fuck You
Funk Flex
G-Unit / U.T.P
G-Unit Soldiers
G-Unit That`s What`s Up
Gatman And Robbin
Get In My Car
Get Out The Club
Get Rich or Die Tryin`
Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)
Ghetto Qua Ran
Ghetto Quaran
Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)
God Gave Me Style
Got Me A Bottle
Gotta Make It To Heaven
Green Lantern
Green Lantern/Shady Records (Promo)
Guess Who`s Back
Guess Who`s Back?/Get Rich or Die Tryin`
Gun Runners
Gunz Come Out
Hail Mary
Hail Mary (Remix)
Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix)
Heat
High All Da Time
High All The Time
How To Rob
How To Rob An Industry Nigga
Hustler`s Ambition
I Don`t Need `Em
I Smell Pussy
If Dead Men Could Talk
If I Can`t
If I Can`t (Remix)
In Da Club
In Da Club (clean)
In Da Hood
In My Hood
In Too Deep soundtrack
Intro
I`m A Hustler
I`m Gonna Be Alright
I`m Gonna Be Alright (Track Masters Remi
I`m Supposed To Die Tonight
Just A Lil` Bit
Just Be Friends
Just F*ckin` Around
Just Fuckin` Around
Just Fuckin` Around (Mase Freestyle)
Killa Tape Intro
Life`s On The Line
Life`s On the Line (Bonus)
Life`s On The Line (nobody Likes Me)
Like My Style
Like My Style (feat. Tony Yayo)
Luv Me
Make Money By Any Means
Many Men
Many Men (Wish Death)
Many Men (Wish Death) (Feat. Lloyd Banks
Material Girl 2000
MTV Intro
My Buddy
My Toy Soldier
No Mercy, No Fear
Nobody Likes Me
Not Like Me
Outta Control
Outta Control Remix ft Mobb
Outta Control Remix ft Mobb deep
P.I.M.P.
P.I.M.P. (Remix)
P.I.M.P. (Remix) (Feat. Bishop Don `Magi
Patiently Waiting
Patiently Waiting (feat. Eminem)
Piggy Bank
Places To Go
Poor Lil Rich
Poor Lil Rich Nigga
Position Of Power
Power Of The Dollar
Power of the Dollar EP
Power of the Dollar/Black Gangster sound
Power of the Dollar/Guess Who`s Back/Get
PT2. & Bump Heads
Rap Game
Rotten Apple
Round Here
Rowdy Rowdy
Ryder Music
Say What You Want
Scarlet Skit
Ski Mask Way
Skit/Drop
Slow Dough
So Amazing
Soldier
Spongebob`s In Da Club (Parody)
Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
Stunt 101
Surrounded By Hoes
That Ain`t Gangsta
That`s What`s Up
That`s What`s Up Feat: G Unit
The Good Die Young
The Hit
The Power of the Dollar
The Realest Killaz
Thicker Than Water
This Is 50
Thug Love
Till I Collapse Freestyle
To All My Niggas
To All My Niggas (Remix)
Tony Yayo Explosion
Too Hot
True Loyalty
U Heard Me
U Not Like Me
U Not Like Me (Bonus)
U Should Be Here
Wanksta
Wanksta (Remix)
What Up Gangsta?
What Up Gangsta? (Feat. G-Unit)
Who U Rep Wit
Who U Rep With
Whoo Kid
Whoo Kid Freestyle
Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!
Window Shopper
Work It (Remix)
You Ain`t No Gangsta
Y`all Niggaz Ain`t Fuckin Wit Us