[50 Cent]
Thatґs the sound of the man, cockinґ that thang - that thaaaang
Thatґs the sound of the man, clappinґ 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 burninґ, I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Iґm on the edge
Iґm 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 couldnґt shoot this
Say Iґm 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 tryinґ to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, yґall niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ainґt preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes donґt treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flowґs God sent, itґs bound to reach ya

[Hook]
Problem child, Iґm familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-atumatically,tray-eight,revolve 'em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you donґt want problems
Problem child

[Bridge] [Singing]
And why canґt you be man enough
To tell me where youґre cominґ from

[50 Cent]
They say you can never repay the price for takinґ a manґs life
Iґm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Iґm nice, yґall niggas canґt hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, yґall niggas canґt bang wit fifty
Say Iґm born to rhyme, thereґs a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, thereґs 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 ridinґ with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas ainґt gonґ do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I donґt need no help
Give me a knife, Iґll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Iґll take a fuckinґ car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnґt beat me one-on-one

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[50 Cent]

I mustґve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split ґposed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryinґ your ass
I got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, Iґma tattoo it again
Iґm the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: "ґSup up, niggas get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear donґt live here
Nigga believe me when I say I donґt care
Muslims make selah, God studied they lessons
Even when my luckґs hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppinґ
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy Iґma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnґt live in my tier
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