50 Shot Ya - 50 Cent

[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-automatic, luger tray, 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 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 pussy I´ma smell you when you come around here 
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn´t live in my tier 
[Hook]