Testo Problem Child [feat. Styles P]

"Why can't you be man enough" Yeahh, "Tell me where, you coming from" [Jadakiss] Can't really figure this clown out Where's he from? Jamaica, Queens, Cali or down South I could let a LA gun hit him But grapestreet already told me you pay him to run with him I could let a New York knife poke him with one of my throaways But I don't want to see no cops smoke him Somebody tell Paul we ridin And get ready to auction off the car he die in eBay Never we bump heads, since you like havin people with you Get you a hospital with bunk beds Without Dr. Dre, you would just make slow jams Come up out of that witness protection program Hov don't really respect you, get in your place If BIG was alive, he'd probably spit in your face Nas was doing just fine without you And Pac probably would've made an album about you So I guess that just leaves me here to get rid of you And Rakim and them, they don't even consider you EM kno you ain't got nothing for Jada And I know he appreciates all the money you made him It's two thousand-five, nobody fights fair I just know an instrumental's your worst nighmare But you tough and you bad, too bad, you mad Probably been in your own hood more than you had Yeah you sold more records than me But in the streets you gon' always be second to me We was damn near feelin you Even though your career's based on somebody damn near killin you Shit you be doing ain't even considered rapping to us This is probably the best thing that happened to us The best wanksta, internet gangsta Magazine mobster, shit on your whole roster Get ready to say hail marrys and all fathers Get out your black suits and hard bottoms And don't worry, I got him He ain't a problem child, just a child with a problem "Why can't you be man enough" We love you nigga oh-five, "Tell me where, you coming from" [Styles P] D-Block, don't think it nigga Take a piss in your Formula 50, drink it nigga Get shot out the Reeboks nigga Got shot and ain't shoot none back, you'se a biatch nigga If I would've got shot on grandma's stoop I would've asked somone to grab my duke, right In the streets they say, 50 who shot ya Named three niggaz soon as he came out the doctor And you far from a gangsta nigga You was talkin 'bout yourself when you made "Wanksta" nigga Listen, why work out, cock guns on the DVD Run around with cops from homicide and TNT Nigga you can suck my dick Come around without cops, shit's on, you gon' get touched quick Cuz, I was at the VIBE when it jumped off Put fifty grand up, and pussy you ain't even lift a hand up Your man stabbed somethin, at least grab somethin But besides that, I ain't seen nobody man up Shit, what the plot is about Cuz you know that, you don't need a dentist to get shot in the mouth And the hood hate yo shit, but you hot in the south Is the crackers that buy the album, what's the plottin about "Many Men" make a wish, but we ain't many men So you gon' get death when we let the semi spit "Why can't you be man enough" "Tell me where, you coming from" 2X