50 Shot Ya lyrics

by

Killer Mike


[Intro: Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]
Yo, yo, yo
What the f*ck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent n*gga)
Muthaf*cka (What's up man)
Uh, Harlem to Queens muthaf*ckas
(Heh, What's up n*gga)
And I'll smack the f*ckin' sh*t out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know what the f*ck it is man (Yeah, yeah)
(And, and say somethin ya b*tch-ass n*gga)
Yeah, street justice muthaf*cka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
You handle the b*tch-ass rap n*ggas
I'ma handle the b*tch-ass DJ n*ggas
(Alright, alright)
We gon' bring justice to the game
(That's how we gon' put it down)
Straight muthaf*ckas

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
That's the sound of the man, c*ckin' 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 n*gga 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 a coupe
My cousin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the f*ck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all n*ggas 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 Ken 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
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child

[Bridge] [Lyn Collins Sample]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where ya comin' from

[Verse 2: 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 n*ggas can't hang wit 50
Blaaat, y'all n*ggas can't bang wit 50
For every bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, there's a b*tch 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, n*ggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I'll 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 f*ckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the thief that stole my innocence young
n*ggas jumped me 'cause they couldn't beat me one on one
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child

[Bridge] [Lyn Collins Sample]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where ya comin' from

[Verse 3: 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: "'Wassup", n*ggas get ready to duck
My heart is a house, homie, fear don’t live here
n*gga believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims make salat, 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 pus*y I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live on my tier
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child
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