Christopher Lloyd - Don't Push Me lyrics

[Produced by Eminem] [Verse 1: 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 The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something Come through your strip fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that I'm winning Man, I've been hot from the beginning Motherf**ers envy the kid, control your jealousy Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping 'Till my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that n***a you should try your luck with or f** with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing What n***a, lay your a** down, paramedics get you up feeling [Hook: 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 a** up with lead,so don't push me I got something for your a**, keep thinking I'm p**y [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I done lost my bigger n***a and I didn't cry Too 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 n***as cause they funny 20 years of watching my mama's tears got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb cause I need it These n***as don't want me balling, they want me buried Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried Laying with 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 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 than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder so I'm bolder Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier [Hook] [Verse 3: Eminem] These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is sh** that I saw with my eyeballs, 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 'til the shoot 'em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'mma start laying into these motherf**ing co*ks**ers There's no way I'm back down like a god damn 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 wanna 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**ing old farts A whole other side I wanted to not show you So you know you're not dealing with some f**ing marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk p**y, whose heart's Jello cause [Hook] [Outro] Shady Aftermath, n***a, G-Unit Rap juggernauts of this sh**, we taking over