50 Shot Ya (Explicit) - DJ Kay Slay/50 Cent (50美分)

Written by：Curtis Jackson/George Spivey/Lynne Collins/James Brown

Yo yo yo

What the f**k popping man

This the drama king man

Yo who there who DAT who there man

Yeah yeah it's 50 cent niggle

Azimuth what's up man

Uh Harlem to queens thumbtacks

He what's up niggle

And I'll smack the f**king sh*t out your favorite DJ man

Y'all know what the f**k it is man yeah yeah

And and say something ya b**ch a** niggle

Yeah street justice thumbtack

Yeah go ahead say something

Yo yo check it out fifty

You handle the b**ch a** rap niggards

I'm a handle the b**ch a** DJ niggards

Alright alright

We gone bring justice to the game

That's how we gone put it down

Straight thumbtacks

That's the sound of the man cocking that tang that tang

That's the sound of the man clapping that tang tang

Yo in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya

See the flash you heard the shot you feel the burning I got ya

Say a prayer for me if you care for me cause I'm on the edge

I'm Finn put a shell in a niggle 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

Home that took the hit on me couldn't shoot this

Say I'm skinny now but I look big in the coupe Dee

My because Uzi out in la done tripped and do the sets again

Got shot the f**k up trying rob the wrong Mexicans

I write my lifestyle y'all niggards 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

Problem child I'm familiar with problems

I know how to solve

Semi automatic Luger tray revolve

Shooter up problem

In the hood we starveling you don't want problems

Problem child

And why can't you be man enough

To tell me where you're coming from

They say you can never repay the price for taking a man's life

I'm in debt with Christ I done did that twice

I'm nice y'all niggards can't hang wit fifty

Y'all niggards 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 b**ch I tossed

See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course

You can check CNN for the war report

See the drama got me riding with a sawed off Scottie

Catch you at the light I blow ya a** off the ducat

Man niggards ain't gone do me like Sammy did gotta

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 f**king car with a pally

See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young

Niggards jumped me cause they couldn't beat me one on one

Problem child I'm familiar with problems

I know how to solve

Semi automatic Luger tray revolve

Shooter up problem

In the hood we starveling you don't want problems

Problem child

And why can't you be man enough

To tell me where you're coming from

I mush have broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven

Cause 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 carrying your a**

I got god understand me tattooed in my skin

When I die come back I'm a tattoo it again

I'm the young buck that let the gun buck

Roll the window down and say sup up niggards get ready to duck

My heart is a house home fear don't live here

Niggle 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 Beretta keep on stepping

Spent time on my cell floor to sharpen my weapon

If you p**sy I'm a smell you when you come around here

Them boys in pelican bay couldn't live in my tier

Problem child I'm familiar with problems

I know how to solve

Semi automatic Luger tray revolve

Shooter up problem

In the hood we starveling you don't want problems

Problem child