50 Cent "50 Shot Ya" |
[50 Cent] That�s the sound of the man, cockin� that thang - that thaaaang That�s the sound of the man, clappin� that thang - thaaang 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 cuz I�m on the edge I�m finna put a shell in a nigga 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 fuck up tryin� to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y�all niggas 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 [Hook] Problem child, I�m familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-atumatically,tray-eight,revolve 'em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you don�t want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why can�t you be man enough To tell me where you�re comin� from [50 Cent] 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 niggas can�t hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y�all niggas can�t bang wit fifty Say I�m born to rhyme, there�s a shell and a nine Face stone and the cross, there�s a bitch I tossed See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course You can check C-N-N for the "War Report" See the drama got me ridin� with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas 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 fuckin� car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn�t beat me one-on-one [Hook] [Bridge] [50 Cent] I must�ve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cuz 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 ass 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, niggas get ready to duck" My heart is a house homie, fear don�t live here Nigga believe me when I say I don�t care Muslims make selah, 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 pussy I�ma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn�t live in my tier [Hook] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |