50 Shot Ya Lyrics

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[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 [Hook]