{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
damn 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