[Verse 1: 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 'cause I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a n 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
They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in a coupe
My cousin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the f up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all fools are 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 Ken why the 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
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child
[Bridge] [Lyn Collins Sample]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where ya comin' from
[Verse 2: 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 cats can't hang wit 50
Blaaat, y'all cats can't bang wit 50
For every bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, there's a chick 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, homies ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I'll 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 f----n' car with a pully
See the hood is the thief that stole my innocence young
N----s jumped me 'cause they couldn't beat me one on one
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child
[Bridge] [Lyn Collins Sample]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where ya comin' from
[Verse 3: 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: "'Wassup", n----s get ready to duck
My heart is a house, homie, fear don’t live here
Dog believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims make salat, 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 p---- I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live on my tier
[Chorus]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatically or tray-eight revolve 'em
Shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem child
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