50 Cent - 50 Shot Ya - Скачать mp3 бесплатно

[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, yall 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:]
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, yall 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:]
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:]
And why can t you be man enough
To tell me where you re comin from

[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 lucks 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:]
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

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