[Verse 1: 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 headin' ‘cause I know where I've been. The flow is bone crushin', it's nothing, I come up with something, 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 beginning. Mothafuckas envy the kid, control your jealousy ‘Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony, Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it poppin', Once I squeeze the first shot, 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. Feelin'... [Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy. [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry, Too 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 watchin' my mama's tears got me heated, heavily weeded, Smokin' that bomb ‘cause I need it, These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried. Bogged 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 lyin', bounty hunters got me flyin', With my iron, high as a giant, I'm runnin' from nothing, 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, Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder, Look in the mirror, I see a soldier. [Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy. [Verse 3: Eminem] These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears, This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, 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 boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags livin' fantasies, Frontin' like it's all fun and games till 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'ma start layin' into these mothafuckin' cocksuckers, There's no way I'm back down like a goddamn 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, whoa, 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 dealin' with some fuckin' marshmallow, Little soft yellow punk pussy, whose heart's Jello, ‘cause [Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy. [Outro: 50 Cent] Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit! Rap juggernauts of this shit, we takin' over.
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