50 Cent (feat. Eminem, Lloyd Banks) "Don't Push Me"
Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
[50 Cent] I need you to pray for me (and) I need you to care for me (and) I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been
The flow is bone crushin', it's nothin' I come up with somethin' Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin' It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that I'm winnin' Man I've been hot from the beginnin' Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin' Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES you know I ain't stoppin' Till my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smokin', still locin', what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy
[Lloyd Banks] I done lost my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of a man Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas, cause they funny 20 years, of watching my mama's tears Got my heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bong, cause I need it These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried Balled in the dirt, from shots flurried Layin' with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels, gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flyin' With my iron, high as a giant I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin', what I'm clutchin' To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder, so I'm bolder Hennessey and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
[Eminem] These are my ideas This is my sweat and tears This is shit that I saw with my balls, my ears This is me, who's gotta be What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Frontin' like it's all fun and games, 'til the shoot'em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playin' Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night and ain't prayin' I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin' Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin', I'm a start layin' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward I can't, how would I look as a man, bowin' to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showin' you fuckin' old farts, A whole other side, I wanted to not show you So you know you're not dealing with some fuckin' marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause
Shady Aftermath nigga, G-Unit, rap juggernauts of this shit, we takin' over