[50 Cent]. That´s the sound of the man cockin´ that thang - that thaaaang. That´s the sound of the man clappin´ that thang - thaaang. 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 cuz I´m on the edge. I´m 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 I´m 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 y´all 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 flow´s God sent it´s bound to reach ya. [Hook]. Problem child I´m 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 don´t want problems. Problem child. [Bridge] [Singing]. And why can´t you be man enough. To tell me where you´re comin´ from. [50 Cent]. They say you can never repay the price for takin´ a man´s life. I´m in debt with Christ I done did that twice. I´m nice y´all niggas can´t hang wit fifty. +Blaaat+ y´all niggas 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 bitch I tossed. See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course. You can check C-N-N 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 ain´t gon´ do me like Sammy did Gotti. 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 fuckin´ car with a pully. See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young. Niggas 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 seven. Cuz 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 I´ma tattoo it again. I´m 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 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 betta keep on steppin´. Spent time on my cell floor to sharpen my weapon. If you pussy I´ma smell you when you come around here. Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn´t live in my tier. [Hook]