Gee wilikers, Gatman, got me surrounded I'm on my way
I got a There's a problem, I'ma it A nigga around a big ass revolver
And a man the fuck, are you retarded? You Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed say Batman
Robin, Cagney and Lacey, 50 Cent and Shady The worst, baby, put your hands on my peoples, I'll react Put a hole through ya front and ya back
But dude, if you try me, I'll ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll no witnesses when I ride B You with me, you'll see
I'll like an animal, I'll tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder, I'd in art Niggaz knew I wasn't wrapped too from start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the
So, you the good with the bad, I guess Level Teflon plate on my chest And my cock back, tip in the chamber Danger, anger change ya And ya aim that and squeeze
I got a a problem, I'ma solve it A nigga around With a big ass
And a Motherfucker, you You 50 leave you dearly departed
We're away from a beef, in which clearly you started I said walkin' away, did you hear me? You wanna be thankful That we ain't beefin', we're breathin' and just leave it at that 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in Bat mobile It gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be brat
Retaliation be like them Muslim Shi'ite attacks Some where along the line, it's like me and 50 made a He's got my back, I got his, back,
It's like we're kinda like Siamese twins 'Cause when we beef we pull other in To the bullshit like conjoined at the hip just unavoidable, some of this shit is washable And some shit will boil up
And some of it will just simmer at If left alone, we'll let it be, no, there be no sit downs With no Ray Benzinos, will no peace discussions with me ain't gon' be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you Just spit ya sixteen and do 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 movin' around a big ass revolver
And a man the fuck,are you retarded? You touch I'll leave you departed
Nigga, you get it twisted, you can get ya wig I don't a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man, I hustle, I get in the sunshine or a blizzard I go for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm it You cross me, you gon' make a visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it 'cause I it Shell cases drop, that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper When the drama pop, the pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the They say no, nigga's how I be on it
That you got, put my pistol to you, I want it It's not a game, perfect aim, you feel the Up against ya brain, man, it's so hot I'll make ya wish it
I got a a problem I'ma solve it A movin' around a big ass revolver
And a man the fuck, are you retarded? You touch leave you dearly departed