Текст песни DJ Kayslay - 50 Shot Ya (featuring 50 Cent)
DJ Kayslay - 50 Shot Ya (featuring 50 Cent) слова песни
[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]Yo, yo, yoWhat the fuck poppin` manThis the Drama King manYo who there, who dat, who there man?(Yeah, yeah, it`s 50 Cent nigga)Muthafucka (What`s up man)Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas(Heh, What`s up nigga)And I`ll smack the fuckin` shit out your favorite DJ manY`all 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 fiftyYou handle the bitch-ass rap niggasI`ma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas(Alright, alright)We gon` bring justice to the game(That`s how we gon` put it down)Straight muthafuckas[50 Cent]That`s the sound of the man, cockin` that thang - that thaaaangThat`s the sound of the man, clappin` that thang - thaaangYo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot yaSee the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin`, I got yaSay a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I`m on the edgeI`m finna put a shell in a nigga headI rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on itThe fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on itHomie that took the hit on me couldn`t shoot thisSay I`m skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-deeMy cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets againGot shot the fuck up tryin` to rob the wrong MexicansI write my lifestyle, y`all niggas is cheatersYour lines come from feds, felons and don divaOh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain`t preacherIf you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don`t treat yaIf you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach yaThis flow`s God sent, it`s bound to reach ya[Hook]Problem child, I`m familiar with problemsI know how to solve emSemi-automatic, luger tray, revolve emShoot em up, rob emIn the hood we starvin, you don`t want problemsProblem child[Bridge] [Singing]And why can`t you be man enoughTo tell me where you`re comin` from[50 Cent]They say you can never repay the price for takin` a man`s lifeI`m in debt with Christ, I done did that twiceI`m nice, y`all niggas can`t hang wit fifty+Blaaat+, y`all niggas can`t bang wit fiftySay I`m born to rhyme, there`s a shell and a nineFace stone and the cross, there`s a bitch I tossedSee the wounds in my skin they from a war of courseYou can check C-N-N for the "War Report"See the drama got me ridin` with a sawed-off shottieCatch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the DucatiMan, niggas ain`t gon` do me like Sammy did GottiI do it myself, I don`t need no helpGive me a knife, I`ll get rid of your neighborhood bullyGive me a minute, I`ll take a fuckin` car with a pullySee the hood is the deepest stole my innocence youngNiggas 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 sevenCuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned elevenThis cities split `posed to let black cats cross your pathThe footprints in the sand is Satan carryin` your assI got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skinWhen I die, come back, I`ma tattoo it againI`m the young buck that let the gun buckRoll the window down and say: "`Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"My heart is a house homie, fear don`t live hereNigga believe me when I say I don`t careMuslims mix a lot, God studied they lessonsEven when my luck`s hard I still count my blessingsSee that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin`Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weaponIf you pussy I`ma smell you when you come around hereThem boys in Pelican Bay couldn`t live in my tier[Hook]