50 Shots Ya

[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]