50 Cent - Problem Child lyrics

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
They say I'm skinny now
But I look big in the coupe dee
My cuzin Uzi out in LA we
Trippin through 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 the 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

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

And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin' from

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
For evey bar in the rhyme
There's a shell and a nine
For every stone in 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

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: whats 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