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50 shot ya lyrics – dj kay slay

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f/ 50 cent

[kay slay & 50 cent talking]
yo, yo, yo
what the f-ck poppin’ man
this the drama king man
yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(yeah, yeah, it’s 50 cent n-gg-)
muthaf-cka (what’s up man)
uh, harlem to queens m-th-f-ckas
(heh, what’s up n-gg-)
and i’ll smack the f-ckin’ sh-t out your favorite dj man
y’all know what the f-ck it is man (yeah, yeah)
(and, and say somethin ya b-tch–ss n-gg-)
yeah, street justice m-th-f-cka
(yeah, go ahead, say something)
yo, yo, check it out fifty
you handle the b-tch–ss rap n-gg-s
i’ma handle the b-tch–ss dj n-gg-s
(alright, alright)
we gon’ bring justice to the game
(that’s how we gon’ put it down)
straight m-th-f-ckas

[50 cent]
that’s the sound of the man, c-ckin’ 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 sh-ll in a n-gg- 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 f-ck up tryin’ to rob the wrong mexicans
i write my lifestyle, y’all n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s can’t hang wit fifty
+blaaat+, y’all n-gg-s can’t bang wit fifty
say i’m born to rhyme, there’s a sh-ll and a nine
face stone and the cross, there’s a b-tch 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 -ss off the ducati
man, n-gg-s 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 f-ckin’ car with a pully
see the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
n-gg-s 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 -ss
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, n-gg-s get ready to duck”
my heart is a house homie, fear don’t live here
n-gg- 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 p-ssy i’ma smell you when you come around here
them boys in pelican bay couldn’t live in my tier

[hook]

/ dj kay slay lyrics