50 Shot Ya

50 Shot Ya歌词 [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
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