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50 Cent
Thats the sound of the man, c*ckin that thang - that thaaaang
Thats 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 Im on the edge
Im finna put a shell in a nigg* 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 couldnt shoot this
Say Im 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 fk up tryin to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, yall is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name aint preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes dont treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flows God sent, its bound to reach ya
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Problem child, Im 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 dont want problems
Problem child
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And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from
50 Cent
They say you can never repay the price for takin a mans life
Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Im nice, yall cant hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, yall cant bang wit fifty
Say Im born to rhyme, theres a shell and a nine
for every stone in the cross, theres a b*tch 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 as* off the Ducati
Man, aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I dont need no help
Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Ill take a fkin car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
jumped me cuz they couldnt beat me one-on-one
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50 Cent
I mustve 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 as*
I got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, Ima tattoo it again
Im the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: "Sup up, get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear dont live here
nigg* believe me when I say I dont care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my lucks 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 Ima smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier
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