[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]
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