"Don't Push Me" as written by Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto and Christopher Lloyd....
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 crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
Come through your strip fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
Haters hate that I'm winning
Man, I've been hot from the beginning
Motherfuckers 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 popping
Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
'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 smoking, still locing
What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling

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 thinking I'm pussy

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 thinking I'm pussy

I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
To young to understand the consequences of a man
Living 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 balling, they want me buried
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
Laying 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 flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
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

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 thinking I'm pussy

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 thinking I'm pussy

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 living fantasies
Fronting 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 playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'mma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as a man bowing 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, showing you fucking old farts
A whole other side I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jello cause

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 thinking I'm pussy

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 thinking I'm pussy

Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over


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"Don't Push Me" as written by Marshall B. Iii Mathers Christopher Charles Lloyd

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commenti know you've felt like this before, your right on that edge, just hoping something doesn't push you.REAL.
    unscrewmyheadon June 10, 2003   Link
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    General Commentdamn this shit is wrong

    here's some corrections:


    {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 headed
    Cuz I know where I been
    Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
    I come up with somethin
    Come through your strip, frontin, stuntin
    It's something you want, 745 chrome spinnin
    Haters hate that I'm winnin
    Man I been hot from the beginning
    Motherfuckers aim at the kid
    Control your jealousies
    Cuz 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
    You know I aint 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 with your bones broke
    Gun smoking, still locin, what nigga
    Lay your ass down
    Paramedics get you up, feelin…


    [Chorus] x 2
    {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 yo ass up with lead
    So don’t push me
    I got some’n for yo ass
    Keep thinkin I’m pussy



    [Verse II]
    {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
    Cuz they frontin
    20 years, of watchin my momma’s tears
    Got me heated
    Heavily weeded
    Smokin that bomb cuz I need it
    These niggas don’t want me ballin
    They want me buried
    Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
    Layin with bugs under shirt
    I got plans to hop up in the hummer
    Cuz I’m a stunner
    I sit back and wonder
    When them angels gon call my number
    Under, my chest is a heart of a lion
    I ain’t lyin
    Bounty Hunters got my 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
    Hennessey and Soda
    Hood on my shoulder
    Look in the mirror, I see a soldier…

    [Chorus] x 2
    {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 yo ass up with lead
    So don’t push me
    I got some’n for yo ass
    Keep thinkin I’m pussy


    [Verse III]
    {Eminem}

    These are my ideas
    This is my sweat and tears
    This is shit that I saw
    With my eye-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 teeny boppers see me
    On these Magazine covers
    In these beanies and these rags
    Livin fantasies
    Frontin like it’s all fun and games
    Till I 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 bully my way in this game
    Man I’m done playin
    Man I’m done sayin that I’m done playin
    I’mma start layin any of these motherfuckin cocksuckers
    There’s no way I’mma 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. 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 had 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
    Who’s heart’s Jello…


    [Chorus] x 2
    {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 yo ass up with lead
    So don’t push me
    I got some’n for yo ass
    Keep thinkin I’m pussy
    $G-UnitxBia$on June 22, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentdamn this shit is wrong

    here's some corrections:

    **Removed**
    **Corrected, thanks.**

    Edited by matty on February 15 2005, at 01:32AM

    $G-UnitxBia$on June 22, 2003   Link
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    General CommentThis is my favorite song I love it...and pinkzeppelin...ur azz shouldn't be talkin' cuz who's featured in this song? Eminem a WHITE boy ok? so watch what u say in reference to us black folks cuz we will shoot ur azz...so DON'T PUSH ME!! haha!...
    2Cute616on October 03, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwhite boy wanna be just like us...lol
    2Cute616on October 04, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is fucking awsome only because of the gun shot parts. It adds a nice touch.
    Onion Soupon October 31, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentEM is the best rapper even 50 admits it. 50 an G-Unit r fukin awsome but they will never have wot EM has.
    colin1313on September 01, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Comment^^^
    A little racist, no?
    snakemistakeson June 16, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThat's not racist. You labeling it so makes you ignorant.

    What it is, however, is a very misinformed opinion. :)
    raiduon June 16, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI'm not misinformed, I'm right. I always am, and always will be. So anyone arguing with me is wrong, because I said so. And by the way, I AM black so why would I hate my own race, you idiots?
    EmpressAtoZon June 17, 2006   Link

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