Problem Child lyrics

[Verse 1]
That's the sound of the man, c*ckin’ that thang - that thaaaang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang
{verse1} 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 n*gga 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 the coupe-dee
My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again



Got shot the f*ck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all n*ggas 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 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

[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]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin' from

{Verse2}
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 n*ggas can't hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y'all n*ggas can't bang wit fifty
For evey bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, there's a b*tch 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, n*ggas 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 f*ckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young


n*ggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one

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[Bridge]

{Verse 3}

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: whats up, n*ggas get ready to duck'
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
n*gga 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 pus*y I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
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