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50 Shot Ya Lyrics

[50 Cent]
That's the sound of the man, c***in'
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 n**** 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 f*** up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all n***** 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 n***** can't hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y'all n***** 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 b**** 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 a** off the Ducati
Man, n***** 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 f*****' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
n***** 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 a**
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,
n***** get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
n**** 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 p**** I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

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