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50 cent - 50 shot ya lyrics

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yo, yo, yo
what the f-ck poppin’, man?
this the drama king, man
yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(yeah, yeah, it’s 50 cent n-gg-)

m-th-f-cka
(what’s up, man?)
uh, harlem to queens m-th-f-ckas
(heh, what’s up, n-gg-?)

and i’ll smack the f-ckin’ sh-t out your favorite dj man
y’all know what the f-ck it is, man
(yeah, yeah and, and say somethin ya b-tch–ss n-gg-)
yeah, street justice m-th-f-cka
(yeah, go ahead, say something)

yo, yo, check it out 50
you handle the b-tch–ss rap n-gg-s
i’ma handle the b-tch–ss dj n-gg-s
(alright, alright)
we gon’ bring justice to the game
(that’s how we gon’ put it down)
straight m-th-f-ckas

that’s the sound of the man, c-ckin’ that thang, that thang
that’s the sound of the man, clappin’ that thang, thang
yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
see the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin’, i got ya

say a prayer for me if you care for me ’cause i’m on the edge
i’m finna put a sh-ll in a n-gg- head
i rock a lot of ice, i dare you to scheme on it
the fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it

homie that took the hit on me couldn’t shoot this
say i’m skinny now, but i look big in the coupe-dee
my cuzin uzi out in l.a. done tripped and do the sets again
got shot the f-ck up tryin’ to rob the wrong mexicans

i write my lifestyle, y’all n-gg-s is cheaters
your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
oh you the black hand of death
then why your name ain’t preacher

if you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don’t treat ya?
if you wanna ball like kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
this flow’s god sent, it’s bound to reach ya

problem child, i’m familiar with problems
i know how to solve ’em
semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve ’em
shoot ’em up, rob ’em
in the hood we starvin’, you don’t want problems
problem child

and why can’t you be man enough
to tell me where you’re comin’ from?

they say you can never repay the price for takin’ a man’s life
i’m in debt with christ, i done did that twice
i’m nice, y’all n-gg-s can’t hang wit fifty
blaaat, y’all n-gg-s can’t bang wit fifty

say i’m born to rhyme, there’s a sh-ll and a nine
face stone and the cross, there’s a b-tch i tossed
see the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
you can check cnn for the, “war report”

see the drama got me ridin’ with a sawed-off shottie
catch you at the light, i blow ya -ss off the ducati
man, n-gg-s ain’t gon’ do me like sammy did gotti
i do it myself, i don’t need no help

give me a knife, i’ll get rid of your neighborhood bully
give me a minute, i’ll take a f-ckin’ car with a pully
see the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
n-gg-s jumped me ’cause they couldn’t beat me one-on-one

problem child, i’m familiar with problems
i know how to solve ’em
semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve ’em
shoot ’em up, rob ’em
in the hood we starvin’, you don’t want problems
problem child

and why can’t you be man enough
to tell me where you’re comin’ from?

i must’ve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
’cause pops slid, mommy died before i turned eleven
this cities split ‘posed to let black cats cross your path
the footprints in the sand is satan carryin’ your -ss

i got, “god, understand me” tattooed in my skin
when i die, come back, i’ma tattoo it again
i’m the young buck that let the gun buck
roll the window down and say, “‘sup up, n-gg-s get ready to duck”

my heart is a house homie, fear don’t live here
n-gg- believe me when i say i don’t care
muslims mix a lot, god studied they lessons
even when my luck’s hard i still count my blessings

see that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin’
spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
if you p-ssy i’ma smell you when you come around here
them boys in pelican bay couldn’t live in my tier

problem child, i’m familiar with problems
i know how to solve ’em
semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve ’em
shoot ’em up, rob ’em
in the hood we starvin’, you don’t want problems
problem child

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