Gee wilikers, Gatman, they got me I'm on my way
I got a a problem, I'ma solve it A movin' around With a big ass
And a man What the fuck, are you You touch Shady, I'll you dearly departed say Batman
Robin, Cagney and Lacey, it's 50 and Shady The worst, baby, put your hands on my peoples, I'll react Put a through ya front and ya back maybe
But dude, if you try me, I'll ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll no witnesses when I ride B You fuck with me, see
I'll react like an animal, tear you apart If a was murder, I'd major in art Niggaz knew I wrapped too tight from start But bein' a off, landed me on top of the charts
So, you take the with the bad, I guess three Teflon plate on my chest And my back, hollow tip in the chamber Danger, anger change ya And make ya aim that and
I got a There's a problem, solve it A nigga movin' With a big ass
And a Motherfucker, you You 50 I'll you dearly departed
We're away from a beef, in which clearly you started I said we're walkin' away, did you me? You wanna be thankful That we ain't beefin', we're still breathin' and leave it at that if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that Bat mobile It ain't gonna be no more rappin', gonna be brat
Retaliation will be like Muslim Shi'ite attacks Some where along the line, it's like me and 50 made a got my back, I got his, back, back
It's almost like kinda like Siamese twins 'Cause when we beef we pull other in To the bullshit we're conjoined at the hip It's just unavoidable, some of this shit is And some will never boil up
And some of it just simmer at best 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 quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' you Just ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without me and the machine or Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50 Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back a
There's a problem, solve it A nigga around a big ass revolver
And a man What the fuck,are you You Shady I'll you dearly departed
Nigga, you get it twisted, you can get ya wig I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police I did it Man, I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a I go hard for that paper, homie, I just get it
Got a money scheme, I'm in the county and I'm with it You me, you gon' make a cemetery visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it 'cause I it Shell drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with tops the drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, the cops say no, nigga's know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I it It's not a game, perfect aim, you the flame Up against ya brain, man, it's so hot I'll make ya wish it
I got a There's a problem solve it A nigga movin' a big ass revolver
And a man What the fuck, are you You touch I'll you dearly departed