Gee wilikers, Gatman, they got me I'm on my way
I got a There's a problem, solve it A nigga around With a big ass
And a man the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, leave you dearly departed say Batman
Robin, Cagney and Lacey, 50 Cent and Shady The worst, baby, put your hands on my peoples, react crazy Put a hole through ya front and ya back
But dude, if you try me, I'll have ya ass up to an IV I'll no witnesses when I ride B You fuck with me, see
I'll react an animal, I'll tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder, I'd in art Niggaz knew I wasn't too tight from start But bein' a little off, me on top of the charts
So, you the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my And my cock back, hollow tip in the Danger, will change ya And make ya aim that and
I got a There's a problem, I'ma it A nigga around a big ass revolver
And a Motherfucker, you You 50 I'll leave you departed
We're walkin' from a beef, in which clearly you started I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me? You be thankful That we ain't beefin', we're breathin' and just leave it at that if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that Bat mobile It ain't be no more rappin', it's gonna be brat
Retaliation will be like them Muslim attacks Some where along the line, like me and 50 made a pact He's got my back, I got his, back,
It's almost like we're kinda Siamese twins 'Cause when we beef we pull other in To the bullshit like we're at the hip It's just unavoidable, some of shit is washable And shit will never boil up
And some of it will simmer at best If left alone, we'll let it be, no, there be no sit downs With no Ray Benzinos, there will no peace discussions me There ain't be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin' me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you spit ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentionin' me and the machine or Jimmy and Dre and 50 Or D-Twizzie, and just let it be or we'll be back with a
There's a problem, solve it A nigga movin' a big ass revolver
And a man the fuck,are you retarded? You Shady I'll leave you departed
Nigga, you get it twisted, you can get ya wig I don't give a fuck, I don't if police know I did it Man, I hustle, I get money in the or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I gotta get it
Got a money scheme, I'm plottin' in the and I'm with it You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery gangsta, you know me I told it 'cause I live it Shell drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with tops When the drama pop, the pop And it stop, you can run, call the cops say no, nigga's know how I be on it
That you got, put my pistol to you, I want it It's not a game, perfect aim, you the flame Up ya brain, man, it's so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
I got a a problem I'ma solve it A nigga around a big ass revolver
And a man the fuck, are you retarded? You Shady I'll leave you dearly