(feat. 50 Cent)

[Kay Slay & 50 Cent talking]

Yo, yo, yo
What the $#&@ poppin' man
This the Drama King man

Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent ^!$$%)
Mutha$#&@a (What's up man)

Uh, Harlem to Queens mutha$#&@as
(Heh, What's up ^!$$%)
And I'll smack the $#&@in' %#@! out your favorite DJ man

Y'all know what the $#&@ it is man (Yeah, yeah)
(And, and say somethin ya (*##$-ass ^!$$%)
Yeah, street justice mutha$#&@a

(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
You handle the (*##$-ass rap ^!$$%s

I'ma handle the (*##$-ass DJ ^!$$%s
(Alright, alright)
We gon' bring justice to the game

(That's how we gon' put it down)
Straight mutha$#&@as


[50 Cent]
That's the sound of the man, @@#!in' 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s can't hang wit fifty

+Blaaat+, y'all ^!$$%s 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 (*##$ 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 $$# off the Ducati
Man, ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young

^!$$%s 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 $$#
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, ^!$$%s get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
^!$$% 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 #~!!@ I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier


[Hook]