[50 Cent]
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Thatą„s the sound of the man, cockiną„ that thang - that thaaaang
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Thatą„s the sound of the man, clappiną„ that thang - thaaang
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Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
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See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burniną„, I got ya
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Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Ią„m on the edge
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Ią„m finna put a shell in a nigga head
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I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
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The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
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Homie that took the hit on me couldną„t shoot this
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Say Ią„m skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
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My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
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Got shot the fuck up tryiną„ to rob the wrong Mexicans
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I write my lifestyle, yą„all niggas is cheaters
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Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
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Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ainą„t preacher
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If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes doną„t treat ya
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If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
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This flową„s God sent, itą„s bound to reach ya
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[Hook]
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Problem child, Ią„m familiar with problems
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I know how to solve em
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Semi-automaticlly or trey 8 revolve em
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Shoot em up, rob em
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In the hood we starvin, you doną„t want problems
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Problem child
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[Bridge] [Singing]
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And why caną„t you be man enough
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To tell me where youą„re cominą„ from
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[50 Cent]
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They say you can never repay the price for takiną„ a maną„s life
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Ią„m in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
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Ią„m nice, yą„all niggas caną„t hang wit fifty
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+Blaaat+, yą„all niggas caną„t bang wit fifty
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Say Ią„m born to rhyme, thereą„s a shell and a nine
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for every stone in the cross, thereą„s a bitch I tossed
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See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
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You can check C-N-N for the "War Report"
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See the drama got me ridiną„ with a sawed-off shottie
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Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
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Man, niggas ainą„t goną„ do me like Sammy did Gotti
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I do it myself, I doną„t need no help
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Give me a knife, Ią„ll get rid of your neighborhood bully
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Give me a minute, Ią„ll take a fuckiną„ car with a pully
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See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
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Niggas jumped me cuz they couldną„t beat me one-on-one
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[Hook] [2x]
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[Bridge]
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[50 Cent]
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I mustą„ve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
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Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
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This cities split ą„posed to let black cats cross your path
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The footprints in the sand is Satan carryiną„ your ass
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I got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
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When I die, come back, Ią„ma tattoo it again
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Ią„m the young buck that let the gun buck
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Roll the window down and say: "ą„Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"
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My heart is a house homie, fear doną„t live here
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Nigga believe me when I say I doną„t care
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Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
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Even when my lucką„s hard I still count my blessings
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See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppiną„
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Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
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If you pussy Ią„ma smell you when you come around here
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Them boys in Pelican Bay couldną„t live in my tier
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[Hook]
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Problem Child
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| 50 Cent |
