What The f*ck lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Verse 1]
What the f*ck is wrong with Too $hort?
What the f*ck you tryin' to make somethin' new for?
Why that n*gga keep spittin' all that game?
Why he still gettin' b*tches? This sh*t is insane
All my life I've been writin' these verses
Learned the game 'cause I like to go in pus*y and purses
It feels good to be a muthaf*ckin' pimp
Sometimes I knock a b*tch just to do it on the strength
Every time you see me, I'm on 'em
That's how we was raised up in Northern California
She bought it all and if you gotta ask why
You ain't on the case, man, you not a P-I
Don't trip, I know what's up with you
You take her shopping and the b*tch ain't even f*ckin' you
n*gga, you 'bout as sorry as they come
They took you to a strip club and bought up all the ones

[Chorus]
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck, b*tch!

[Verse 2]
What the f*ck is wrong with some of you b*tches?
Waitin' on a wealthy man to come through with riches
And shower you with presents - what's the mission?
You shoulda been a ho 'cause there's really no difference
What you want - a marriage and babies with a millionaire?
But not too many ladies get to live in here
You better stay in school
'Cause old sl*ts with ball players just ain't too cool
Spent all them years on your back
Hella n*ggas with contracts, they f*cked that
b*tch, you got some things on your mind
Used to be a dime and now you ain't so fine
And all the little girls wanna be just like you
They wanna f*ck a rich n*gga too
You worse than me - you not a good role model
Offer her a shot, the b*tch drank the whole bottle
[Chorus]
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck, b*tch!

[Verse 3]
So I had to do it all again
What happened to the game? I can't call it, pimp
You tell me - we let the squares change the rules
Snitchin' is cool and y'all trickin' like some fools
What the f*ck you n*ggas thinkin'?
And where the f*ck is all the muthaf*ckin' kingpins?
What would life be without snitches and the feds?
A mattress full of money, two b*tches in the bed
It's hard to get around them federal guidelines
Too many real n*ggas sittin' on the sidelines
While b*tch n*ggas keep playin' a role
You know you not a gangsta, what you sayin' it for?
Picked up the phone and said, "Who is this?"
You got your own label and you're in the music biz?
But you never put out sh*t, you never had a hit
And never went to the bank to deposit one check

[Chorus]
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck!
What the f*ck, n*gga!
b*tch!
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