Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin, man?
This the Drama King, man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
Yeah, yeah, its 50 Cent nigga
Muthafucka
Whats up, man?
Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas
Heh, Whats up, nigga?
And Ill smack the fuckin shit out your favorite DJ man
Yall 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
Ima handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
Alright, alright
We gon bring justice to the game
Thats how we gon put it down
Straight muthafuckas
Thats the sound of the man, cockin that thang, that thang
Thats 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 burnin, I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me cause Im on the edge
Im 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 couldnt shoot this
Say Im 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, yall niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death
Then why your name aint preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes dont treat ya?
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flows God sent, its bound to reach ya
Problem child, Im 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 dont want problems
Problem child
And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from?
They say you can never repay the price for takin a mans life
Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Im nice, yall niggas cant hang wit fifty
Blaaat, yall niggas cant bang wit fifty
Say Im born to rhyme, theres a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, theres 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 ridin with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I dont need no help
Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Ill take a fuckin car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cause they couldnt beat me one-on-one
Problem child, Im 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 dont want problems
Problem child
And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from?
I mustve 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 carryin your ass
I got, God, understand me tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, Ima tattoo it again
Im 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 dont live here
Nigga believe me when I say I dont care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my lucks 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 Ima smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier
Problem child, Im 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 dont want problems
Problem child