Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ 50 Cent - Who Shot Ya ------------------------------------------ [50 Cent] Thatīs the sound of the man, cockinī that thang - that thaaaang Thatīs the sound of the man, clappinī 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 burninī, I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Iīm on the edge Iīm 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 couldnīt shoot this Say Iīm 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 tryinī to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, yīall niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ainīt preacher If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes donīt treat ya If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya This flowīs God sent, itīs bound to reach ya [Hook] Problem child, Iīm 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 donīt want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why canīt you be man enough To tell me where youīre cominī from [50 Cent] They say you can never repay the price for takinī a manīs life Iīm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice Iīm nice, yīall niggas canīt hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, yīall niggas canīt bang wit fifty Say Iīm born to rhyme, thereīs a shell and a nine Face stone and the cross, thereīs 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 ridinī with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas ainīt gonī do me like Sammy did Gotti I do it myself, I donīt need no help Give me a knife, Iīll get rid of your neighborhood bully Give me a minute, Iīll take a fuckinī car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnīt beat me one-on-one [Hook] [Bridge] [50 Cent] I mustīve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven This cities split īposed to let black cats cross your path The footprints in the sand is Satan carryinī your ass I got God Understand Me tattooed in my skin When I die, come back, Iīma tattoo it again Iīm the young buck that let the gun buck Roll the window down and say: īSup up, niggas get ready to duck My heart is a house homie, fear donīt live here Nigga believe me when I say I donīt care Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons Even when my luckīs hard I still count my blessings See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppinī Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy Iīma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnīt live in my tier [Hook]