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点击复制50 Shot Ya - DJ Kay Slay/50 Cent
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