Problem Child
50 Cent Lyrics

That's the sound of the man Cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang That's the sound of the man Clappin' that thang - thaaang
This is the sound of a man getting ready to shoot someone. He is preparing to pull the trigger, and the sound is a warning to others that danger is near.

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
People in my neighborhood were taught not to snitch on those who shoot others. When a gun is fired, you see the flash, hear the shot, and feel the burn of the bullet if you get hit.

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
If you care about me, please pray for me because I am close to losing control. I am about to shoot someone in the 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
I wear a lot of expensive jewelry and challenge anyone to try and rob me. My gun is equipped with a rubber grip for better handling and has a laser sight.

Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot They say I'm skinny now But I look big in the coupe dee
The guy who tried to shoot me couldn't aim properly. Although I am skinny now, I still look tough driving around in my fancy car.

My cuzin Uzi out in LA we Trippin through the sets again Got shot the fuck up tryin' To rob the wrong Mexicans
My cousin Uzi and I are driving around Los Angeles, visiting different neighborhoods. He got shot multiple times when he foolishly tried to rob the wrong people.

I write my lifestyle Y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds Felons and don diva
I write about my real-life experiences while you guys are fake. You steal your lines from informants, criminals, and magazine editors.

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
You call yourself the black hand of death, but you don't act like a religious leader. If you are a pimp like me, why don't the prostitutes respect you?

If you wanna ball like Kirk Now shorty let me teach ya This flow’s God sent, it’s bound to reach ya
If you want to be successful like Kirk (a reference to basketball player Kirk Hinrich), let me give you some advice. My rapping skills are heaven-sent and will make an impact on those who listen.

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
I am familiar with problems and know how to take care of them. I have guns and am willing to use violence to get what I want. In our poor neighborhood, we resort to crime to survive. You don't want to mess with me, a problem child.

And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from
Instead of being secretive and sneaky, why can't you be honest and transparent with me about your intentions?

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
People say you can't make up for taking someone's life, but I owe Jesus something because I've killed two people.

I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y'all niggas 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 bitch I tossed
I am a skilled rapper, and you can't compete with me. Every one of my rhymes is backed up by a gun. Every time I pray, there's a woman I've had sex with.

See the wounds in my skin they From a war of course You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report'
The scars on my body are evidence of the violent life I've lived. You can watch C-N-N news for a report on the war going on in my neighborhood.

See the drama got me ridin' With a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light I blow ya ass off the Ducati
The conflict in my life has made me carry a sawed-off shotgun with me. If I see you at a stoplight while you're riding a Ducati motorcycle, I will shoot you.

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
I won't let someone betray me like Sammy 'The Bull' Gravano betrayed John Gotti. I'll take matters into my own hands and kill my enemies with a knife. I'm strong enough to deal with the bully in your neighborhood, and I could even steal a car with a rope and pulley system in less than a minute.

See the hood is the deepest Stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they Couldn't beat me one-on-one
The ghetto is the toughest place to live, and I was robbed of my innocence at a young age. I was physically attacked by a group of guys because they couldn't beat me in a one-on-one fight.

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 must have had bad luck from an early age since my dad abandoned us, and my mom died when I was just a kid. Superstitious beliefs in my city say black cats bring bad luck, and the footprints in the sand represent the devil taking you to hell.

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 Niggas get ready to duck'
I have a tattoo that says 'God Understand Me,' which shows my deep religious beliefs. If I die and come back to life, I will re-tattoo it on my skin. I am a young man who is not afraid to use his gun. I drive around with my car window down, ready to shoot anyone who crosses me.

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
I am not afraid of anything, and my heart does not contain fear. Believe me when I say I don't care about anything. Muslims teach valuable lessons, and God has learned from them. Even when times are tough, I still count my blessings for what I have.

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
If you see the look in my eyes, you should back away because I am ready for violence. I've spent time in prison, where I made my weapon even sharper. If you're weak, I'll be able to tell and will intimidate you. People in the toughest prison in California, Pelican Bay, couldn't handle being in my cell block.