[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
Flow's bone [bad word] it's nothing
 [bad word] up with something [bad word] through your strip, fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
Haters hate that I'm winnning
Man I've been hot from the beginning
 [bad word] envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm [bad word] to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot
No I aint stopping till my clip is empty
I'm simply not that [bad word] you should try your luck with
 [bad word] with, hollow-tip shells [bad word] with your bones broke
Gun smoking, still locing, what [bad word] 
Lay your [bad word] down paramedics get you up feeling

[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 [bad word] up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your [bad word]  keep thinking I'm [bad word] 

[Lloyd Banks]
Ive'a lost my bigger [bad word] and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of man
Living a lie I, gotta get that money
I'll be damned if If I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
'Cause they fronting 20 years
Of watching my mum in tears
Got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong 'cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Bald in the dirt from shots flury
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in they 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 lieing , bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
 [bad word] 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
Hennesy and Soda
Hood on my my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

HOOK

Right now I'm on the edge

[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is [bad word] 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'mma start laying any of these [bad word] [bad word] 
There's no way I'mma back down, like a [bad word] 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, 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 [bad word] old farts a whole other side
I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with
Some [bad word] marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk [bad word]  who's heart's Jello, 'cause

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