50 Shot Ya (Explicit Album Version)

Yo, yo, yo

What the **** poppin' man

This the Drama King man

Yo who there, who dat, who there man?

(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent *****)

Muthaf***a (What's up man)

Uh, Harlem to Queens muthaf***as

(Heh, What's up *****)

And I'll smack the ******' s*it out your favorite DJ man

Y'all know what the **** it is man (Yeah, yeah)

(And, and say somethin ya *****-ass *****)

Yeah, street justice muthaf***a

(Yeah, go ahead, say something)

Yo, yo, check it out fifty

You handle the *****-ass rap ******

I'ma handle the *****-ass DJ ******

(Alright, alright)

We gon' bring justice to the game

(That's how we gon' put it down)

Straight muthaf***as

[50 Cent]

That's the sound of the man, c**kin' 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 'cause I'm on the edge

I'm finna put a shell in a ***** 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 'causein Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again

Got shot the **** up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans

I write my lifestyle, y'all ****** 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 ****** can't hang wit fifty

+Blaaat+, y'all ****** 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 ***** 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, ****** 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 ******' car with a pully

See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young

****** jumped me 'cause 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

'cause 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, ****** get ready to duck"

My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here

***** 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 ***** I'ma smell you when you come around here

Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

[Hook]