 [50 Cent]
Yeah, Shady, Haha
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!!
...
Does it make you mad when I switch
my flow?
You can't understand how I get my
dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire cuz Shady said
so...
I'm on fire!!
[Eminem]
Everybody's in a rush tryna get to
the throne
I just get on the track and try to set
the tone
I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin
stone
But don't compare me, I'm better off
just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there wit
record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and
respect myself
Say what up, keep steppin, and just
rep D-12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from
weapons, jail and livin wreckless
But if you go check my belt
You may see something else I used
to protect myself
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect
the shells
And send 'em back at you faster
than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no
more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally
pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
cross the line
But this muthafucka Ja must've lost
his mind
That X, got him thinkin he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now he's
tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther,
Pac or Michael?
Jus keep singin the same song
recycled
We'd all much rather get along than
fight you
Me and Hailie danced to your songs,
we like you
And you don't really wanna step
aside no mic do you
C'mon now, you know the white
boy'll fight you
I hurt your pride dog and you know I
don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable
after syllable I just slap you
Killin you fasta than you poppin pill
afta little pill of them tabs of that shit
you on
But if you want it you got it you'd
bump this shit too, if we ain't diss
you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge
harder than Busta
We bump heads wit any
motherfucker that wants ta
So whats the, deal where was all the
tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, "Ja
what up, dog?"
How come you didn't say you had a
problem then?
When you was standin there wit all
your men, we coulda solved this
then
I'm a grown man dog come holla
All you did was slap-hands, smile and
swallow another one of them little X
pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything
you wanna be
Chorus x2:
[50 Cent]
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon ya go'n see
You don't wanna bump heads with
me
[Tony Yayo]
You couldn't son me if my father
helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt
you
Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
Every other week I'm buyin a new
pistol
I clap at your ass with this chrome
38
And put six thru your hats of 7 and
3/8s
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, (???)
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and
freeze ya on the turnpike
You know and I know who took ya
chain
You got robbed two times so ya ass
is laid
I'm down to die for this shit all I need
is bail
You betta stick to tha movies with
Steven Siegel, bitch
(Chorus x2)
[Lloyd Banks]
Fuck that I'm miles away
And these industry niggas startin' to
get outta hand
I'ma find your whereabouts by
stompin 'em out ya man
Tellin New York, even in Compton
they understand
I'm on the block where you was
raised doin chocolate out tha game
and
They see me pop a boy for an icey
cuz I could
Shootin guns for money you
probably forgot your way around
the hood
Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to
make a song
Now you want it wit us, half your
artists got to make a point
Every magazine I own your on your
knees takin prayer pictures
And you ain't even got shot yet, you
scared bitches
You don't know nuttin about what
pain is sucka
I'll put your ass to the ground like a
train conductor, muthafucka
(Chorus x2)
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