50 Cent
"50 Shot Ya"

[50 Cent]
Thatґs the sound of the man, cockinґ
that thang - that thaaaang
Thatґs the sound of the man,
clappinґ 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 burninґ, I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me
cuz Iґm on the edge
Iґm 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
couldnґt shoot this
Say Iґm 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 tryinґ to rob the
wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, yґall niggas is
cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and
don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then
why your name ainґt preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes
donґt treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty
let me teach ya
This flowґs God sent, itґs bound to
reach ya

[Hook]
Problem child, Iґm 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 donґt
want problems
Problem child

[Bridge] [Singing]
And why canґt you be man enough
To tell me where youґre cominґ from

[50 Cent]
They say you can never repay the
price for takinґ a manґs life
Iґm in debt with Christ, I done did that
twice
Iґm nice, yґall niggas canґt hang wit
fifty
+Blaaat+, yґall niggas canґt bang wit
fifty
Say Iґm born to rhyme, thereґs a shell
and a nine
Face stone and the cross, thereґs 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 ridinґ with a
sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass
off the Ducati
Man, niggas ainґt gonґ do me like
Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I donґt need no help
Give me a knife, Iґll get rid of your
neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Iґll take a fuckinґ
car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my
innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnґt
beat me one-on-one

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[50 Cent]

I mustґve broke a mirror at three and
had bad luck for seven
Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I
turned eleven
This cities split ґposed to let black
cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan
carryinґ your ass
I got "God Understand Me" tattooed
in my skin
When I die, come back, Iґma tattoo it
again
Iґm the young buck that let the gun
buck
Roll the window down and say:
"ґSup up, niggas get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear donґt
live here
Nigga believe me when I say I donґt
care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they
lessons
Even when my luckґs hard I still
count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta
keep on steppinґ
Spent time on my cell floor, to
sharpen my weapon
If you pussy Iґma smell you when you
come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnґt
live in my tier
[Hook]