Eminem, Lloyd Banks （G-Unit）

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

Flows, bones, crus*in', it's nothin'

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've been hot from the beginnin'

Motherf****rs 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）, you know I ain't stoppin'

Till my clip is empty, I'm simply

Not that ***** you should try your luck with, or **** with

Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin'

what *****, 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 *****

Lloyd Banks]

I cross my bigger *****, 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 ******

'Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mama's tears

Got my heated, heavily ******

Smoking that bomb, cause I need it

These ****** don't want me ballin', they want me buried

Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry

Layin' your bugs under my s*irt

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 killers 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

And it's either soda, hood on my shoulder

Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

Chorus 2X]

Eminem]

These are my ideas

This is my sweat and tears

This is s*it that I solved, with my b***s, my ears

This is me, who's got to 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 they shot up bang

When 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 motherf****ring c********rs

There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward

I can't, how would I look as 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, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall

You want to 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 f****n' old farts,

A whole other side, I wanted to not show you

So you know you're not dealing with some f****n' marshmallow, little soft yellow

Punk *****, who's heart's Jello, 'cau