[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin` man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it`s 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka (What`s up man)
Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas
(Heh, What`s up nigga)
And I`ll smack the fuckin` shit out your favorite DJ man
Y`all know what the fuck it is man (Yeah, yeah)
(And, and say somethin ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street justice muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas
I`ma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
(Alright, alright)
We gon` bring justice to the game
(That`s how we gon` put it down)
Straight muthafuckas
[50 Cent]
That`s the sound of the man, cockin` 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 cuz I`m on the edge
I`m 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 couldn`t shoot this
Say I`m 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 tryin` to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y`all niggas 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 niggas can`t hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y`all niggas 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 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 ridin` with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas 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 fuckin` car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz 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
Cuz 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, niggas get ready to duck
My heart is a house homie, fear don`t live here
Nigga 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 pussy I`ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn`t live in my tier
[Hook]
