50 Shot Ya (feat. 50 Cent) - Clean Album Version

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'mma 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
 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
 They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in a coupe
 My cousin 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 Ken 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
 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
 And why can't you be man enough
 To tell me where you're comin' from
 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
 For every bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
 For every stone in 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'll 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
 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'mma tattoo it again
 I'm the young buck that let the gun buck
 Roll the window down and say: "'Wassup", niggas get ready to duck
 My heart is a house homie, If you 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'mma smell you when you come around here
 Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier