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    50 Cent / Lyrics

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    "Don't Push Me" Lyrics

    50 Cent feat. Eminem and Lloyd Banks

    [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, crushing it's nothing
    I come up with something
    Come through your strip, fronting, stunting
    It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
    Haters hate that I'm winning
    Man I've been hot from the beginning
    Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy

    'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony
    Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping
    Once I squeeze the first shot
    No I ain't stopping till my clip is empty
    I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with
    Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
    Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga
    Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

    [Chorus: x2]
    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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

    [Lloyd Banks]
    I lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
    To young to understand, the consequences of a man
    Living a lie, I gotta get that money
    I'll be damned if I'm bummy
    Gotta watch my back around these niggas
    'Cause they fronting 20 years
    Of watching my mama's tears
    Got me heated, heavily weeded
    Smoking that bong 'cause I need it
    These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
    Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
    Laying with bugs under my shirt
    I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
    'Cause I'mma 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 lying , bounty hunters got me flying

    With my iron, high as a giant
    I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching
    What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion
    End of discussion
    My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
    And it's either soda
    Hood on my my shoulder
    Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier

    [Chorus: x2]

    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 gotta be
    What you see on TV
    What you hear on CD
    What appears easy
    Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
    In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
    Fronting like it's all fun and games
    Till they shoot 'em up bang
    Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing
    Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
    I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing
    Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing
    I'ma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers
    There's no way I'ma back down, like a goddamn coward
    I can't, how would I look as a 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, whoa, 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: x2]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Charles Lloyd, Marshall B. III Mathers, Curtis James Jackson, Luis Edgardo Resto.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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