- 50 Cent Don't Push Me 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- 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 Im heading, cause I know where Ive been
Flows, bones, crushin, its nothin
I come up with somethin
Come through your strip, frontin, stuntin
Its something you want, 745 chrome spinnin
Haters hate that Im winnin
Man Ive been hot from the beginnin
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
Cause I cant control my temper, Im fittin to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, Im down to get it poppin
Once I squeeze the first shot （gun shot）, you know I aint stoppin
Till my clip is empty, Im simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin, still locin
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling
Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Right now Im on the edge, so dont push me
I aim straight for your head, so dont push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me
I got somethin for your ass, keep thinkin Im pussy
Lloyd Banks]
I cross my bigger nigga, and I didnt cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin a lie, I gotta get that money
Ill be damned if Im bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mamas tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb, cause I need it
These niggas dont want me ballin, they want me buried
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Layin your bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
Cause Im a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I aint lying, bounty killers got me flyin
With my iron, high as a giant
Im runnin from nothin, my stomach is touchin
What Im clutchin, to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so Im bolder
And its 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 shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears
This is me, whos 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 its all fun and games, til they shot up bang
When you see your brains hang and you see we aint playin
Aint sayin we aint layin down at night and aint prayin
I bullied my way in this game, man Im done playin
Man Im done sayin that Im done playin
Im a start layin into these motherfuckering cocksuckers
Theres no way Im back down, like a god damn coward
I cant, 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? Ill show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know youre not dealing with some fuckin marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, whos hearts Jello, cause
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