| | Problem Child Lyrics Artist(Band):50 Cent
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 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 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 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 niggas can´t hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y´all niggas can´t bang wit fifty Say I´m born to 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 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 [Hook] [2x] [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 ass 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, niggas get ready to duck" My heart is a house homie, fear 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´ma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn´t live in my tier [Hook] If you find some error in Problem Child Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to tbfitness@excite.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Problem Child The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "50 Cent" Music | |
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