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[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking] Yo, yo, yo What the fuck poppin` 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 fuckin` 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`ma 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, 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
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[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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