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