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