And I'll smack the fuckinâ² shit out your favorite DJ man
Yâ²all know what the fuck it is, man
(Yeah, yeah and, and say somethin ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street justice muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out 50
You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas
I'ma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
(Alright, alright)
We gonâ² bring justice to the game
(That's how we gonâ² put it down)
Straight muthafuckas
That's the sound of the man, cockinâ² that thang, that thang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang, thang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burninâ², I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me â²cause I'm on the edge
Iâ²m 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 Iâ²m 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, yâ²all 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 flowâ²s God sent, itâ²s bound to reach ya
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve â²em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve 'em
Shoot â²em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvinâ², you don't want problems
Problem child
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where youâ²re cominâ² from?
They say you can never repay the price for takin' a manâ²s life
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Iâ²m nice, y'all niggas canâ²t hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty
Say Iâ²m born to rhyme, thereâ²s a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, there's a bitch 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 ridinâ² with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas ain't gonâ² do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't need no help
Give me a knife, Iâ²ll 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 â²cause they couldnâ²t beat me one-on-one
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve â²em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve 'em
Shoot â²em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvinâ², you don't want problems
Problem child
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where youâ²re cominâ² from?
I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
â²Cause 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 carryinâ² your ass
I got, "God, understand me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
Iâ²m 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 donâ²t care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luckâ²s 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 Iâ²ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
Problem child, Iâ²m familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve â²em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvinâ², you donâ²t want problems
Problem child
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