Problem child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
(What's up man? Heh, what's up nigga?)
When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
This the Drama King man
They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's life
I got, "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
And why can't you be man enough
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
'Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one
(That's how we gon' put it down)
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ man
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Y'all know what the fuck it is man
I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
(Alright, alright)
See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Problem child
Oh, you the black hand of death
Homie that took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas
Nigga believe me when I say I don't care
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
Say a prayer for me if you care for me 'cuz I'm on the edge
If you wanna ball like Kirk
To tell me where you're comin' from
I'ma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that thang
Straight muthafuckas
This flow's God sent, it's bound to reach ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
We gon' bring justice to the game
Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty
Roll the window down and say, "'Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don't treat ya
Say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yeah, street justice muthafucka
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around here
Face stone and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
And why can't you be man enough
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty
This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check CNN for the, 'War Report'
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
To tell me where you're comin' from
Now shorty let me teach ya
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully
I do it myself, I don't need no help
Then why your name ain't preacher
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang, thang
Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say somethin' ya bitch-ass nigga)
Problem child
I'm the young buck that let the gun buck
