paroles de chanson Who Shot Ya? - 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
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 And why can´t you be man enough To tell me
where you´re comin´ from 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
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