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50 Shot Ya Music Lyrics

50 Cent

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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-atumatically,tray-eight,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 make selah, 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]

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