DJ Scratch - 50 Shot Ya lyrics

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DJ Scratch - 50 Shot Ya lyrics

[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking] Yo, yo, yo What the f** poppin' man This the Drama King man Yo who there, who dat, who there man? (Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent n***a) Muthaf**a (What's up man) Uh, Harlem to Queens muthaf**as (Heh, What's up n***a) And I'll smack the f**in' sh** out your favorite DJ man Y'all know what the f** it is man (Yeah, yeah) (And, and say somethin ya b**h-a** n***a) Yeah, street justice muthaf**a (Yeah, go ahead, say something) Yo, yo, check it out fifty You handle the b**h-a** rap n***as I'mma handle the b**h-a** DJ n***as (Alright, alright) We gon' bring justice to the game (That's how we gon' put it down) Straight muthaf**as [50 Cent] That's the sound of the man, co*kin' 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 n***a 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 f** up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all n***as is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand of d**h, 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 [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***as can't hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y'all n***as 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 b**h 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 a** off the Ducati Man, n***as 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 f**in' car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young n***as 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 a** 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: "'Wa**up", n***as get ready to duck My heart is a house homie, If you don't live here n***a believe me when I say I don't care m**ms 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**y I'mma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier [Hook]