feat. 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 crushin' 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'. Motherfuckers 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 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 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 pussy. [Lloyd Banks]. I cross my bigger nigga 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 niggas. 'Cause they frontin' 20 years of watching my mama's tears. Got my heated heavily weeded. Smoking that bomb cause I need it. These niggas don't 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 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 shit that I solved with my balls 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 motherfuckering cocksuckers. 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 fuckin' old farts. A whole other side I wanted to not show you. So you know you're not dealing with some fuckin' marshmallow little soft yellow. Punk pussy who's heart's Jello 'cause. [Chorus 2X].