50 Shot Ya
(专辑: The Streetsweeper Vol. 1 - 2003)
[Kay Slay & 50 Cent:] Yo, yo, yo What the
fuck popping man This the
Drama King man Yo who there, who dat, who there man? (Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka (What's up man) Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas (Heh, What's up nigga) And I'll smack the
fucking shit out your favorite DJ man Y'all know what the
fuck it is man (Yeah, yeah) (And, and say somethin ya bitch-ass nigga) Yeah, street justice muthafucka (Yeah, go ahead, say something) Yo, yo, check it out fifty You handle the
bitch-ass rap niggas I'mma handle the
bitch-ass DJ niggas (Alright, alright) We gon' bring justice to the
game (That's how we gon' put it down) Straight muthafuckas [50 Cent:] That's the
sound of the
man, cocking that thang that thaaaang That's the
sound of the
man, clapping 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
burning, I
got ya Say a
prayer for me if you care for me cause 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 They say I'm skinny now, but I
look big in a
coupe My cousin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the
sets again Got shot the
fuck up trying 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 Ken 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 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 And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're coming from [50 Cent:] They say you can never repay the
price for taking a
man's life I'm in debt with Christ, I
done did that twice I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang with fifty "Blaaat", y'all niggas can't bang with fifty For every bar in the
rhyme, there's a
shell and a
nine For every stone in 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 riding 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'll 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
fucking car with a
pully See the
hood is the
deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cause they couldn't beat me one-on-one 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 And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're coming from [50 Cent:] I
must've broke a
mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cause 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 carrying your ass I
got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin When I
die, come back, I'mma tattoo it again I'm the
young buck that let the
gun buck Roll the
window down and say: "'Wassup", 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 stepping Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy I'mma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier 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