[50 Cent]That´s the sound of the man, cockin´ that thang - that thaaaangThat´s the sound of the man, clappin´ that thang - thaaangYo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot yaSee the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin´, I got yaSay a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I´m on the edgeI´m finna put a shell in a nigga headI rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on itThe fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on itHomie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot thisSay I´m skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-deeMy cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets againGot shot the fuck up tryin´ to rob the wrong MexicansI write my lifestyle, y´all niggas is cheatersYour lines come from feds, felons and don divaOh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain´t preacherIf you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don´t treat yaIf you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach yaThis flow´s God sent, it´s bound to reach ya[Hook]Problem child, I´m familiar with problemsI know how to solve emSemi-automatic, luger tray, revolve emShoot em up, rob emIn the hood we starvin, you don´t want problemsProblem child[Bridge] [Singing]And why can´t you be man enoughTo tell me where you´re comin´ from[50 Cent]They say you can never repay the price for takin´ a man´s lifeI´m in debt with Christ, I done did that twiceI´m nice, y´all niggas can´t hang wit fifty+Blaaat+, y´all niggas can´t bang wit fiftySay I´m born to rhyme, there´s a shell and a nineFace stone and the cross, there´s a bitch I tossedSee the wounds in my skin they from a war of courseYou can check C-N-N for the "War Report"See the drama got me ridin´ with a sawed-off shottieCatch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the DucatiMan, niggas ain´t gon´ do me like Sammy did GottiI do it myself, I don´t need no helpGive me a knife, I´ll get rid of your neighborhood bullyGive me a minute, I´ll take a fuckin´ car with a pullySee the hood is the deepest stole my innocence youngNiggas 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 sevenCuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned elevenThis cities split ´posed to let black cats cross your pathThe footprints in the sand is Satan carryin´ your assI got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skinWhen I die, come back, I´ma tattoo it againI´m the young buck that let the gun buckRoll the window down and say: "´Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"My heart is a house homie, fear don´t live hereNigga believe me when I say I don´t careMuslims mix a lot, God studied they lessonsEven when my luck´s hard I still count my blessingsSee that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin´Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weaponIf you pussy I´ma smell you when you come around hereThem boys in Pelican Bay couldn´t live in my tier[Hook]
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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-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]
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