[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]
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Yo, yo, yo
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What the fuck 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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Muthafucka (What's up man)
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Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas
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(Heh, What's up nigga)
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And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ man
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Y'all know what the fuck it is man (Yeah, yeah)
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(And, and say somethin ya bitch-ass nigga)
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Yeah, street justice muthafucka
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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 muthafuckas
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[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 cuz 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 cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
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Got shot the fuck 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
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[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 fuckin' 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 cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one
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[Hook]
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[Bridge]
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[50 Cent]
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I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
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Cuz 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]
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50 Shot Ya (featuring 50 Cent)
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| DJ Kayslay |
