[Intro: 50 Cent, Eminem, Green Lantern, Busta Rhymes & **Xzibit**]
Nigga, hahaha (Oh)
(Yeah) Yeah
(Here we go again)
Shady, haha (Shady Records Mixtape)
50 Cent (The Invasion)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit (Part II), haha (Here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, International Version (Yeah)
Brown, hahaha, Evil Lyrxo, **Green Lantern**
Let's go
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (Here we go now)
[Verse 1: Eminem, Tony Yayo & DJ Green Lantern]
Everybody's in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone (Come on)
I ain't tryin' to use nobody as a steppin' stone
But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone (Exclusive)
And I ain't even tryin' to go there with record sales
I'm just tryin' to keep it humble and respect myself (Yeah)
Say, "What up?", keep steppin', and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail and livin' reckless
But if you go check my belt, you may see something else I use to protect myself (Yeah)
A vest, to stop a Ruger and deflect the shells (Green Lantern)
And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line (Uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja must've lost his mind (Woo)
That X got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac, now he's tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along than fight you
Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (Uh-huh)
Come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride, dog, and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to
With syllable after syllable I just slap ya
Killin' you faster than you poppin' pill after little pill of them tabs of that shit you on
But if you want it, you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta (Green Lantern)
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (Woo; yeah)
So what's the deal? Where was all the tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, "Ja, what up, dog?"
How come you didn't say you had a problem then?
When you was standin' there with all your men
We could've solved it then
I'm a grown man, dog, come holla
All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be
Come on
Nigga, hahaha (Oh)
(Yeah) Yeah
(Here we go again)
Shady, haha (Shady Records Mixtape)
50 Cent (The Invasion)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit (Part II), haha (Here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, International Version (Yeah)
Brown, hahaha, Evil Lyrxo, **Green Lantern**
Let's go
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (Here we go now)
[Verse 1: Eminem, Tony Yayo & DJ Green Lantern]
Everybody's in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone (Come on)
I ain't tryin' to use nobody as a steppin' stone
But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone (Exclusive)
And I ain't even tryin' to go there with record sales
I'm just tryin' to keep it humble and respect myself (Yeah)
Say, "What up?", keep steppin', and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail and livin' reckless
But if you go check my belt, you may see something else I use to protect myself (Yeah)
A vest, to stop a Ruger and deflect the shells (Green Lantern)
And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line (Uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja must've lost his mind (Woo)
That X got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac, now he's tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along than fight you
Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (Uh-huh)
Come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride, dog, and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to
With syllable after syllable I just slap ya
Killin' you faster than you poppin' pill after little pill of them tabs of that shit you on
But if you want it, you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta (Green Lantern)
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (Woo; yeah)
So what's the deal? Where was all the tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, "Ja, what up, dog?"
How come you didn't say you had a problem then?
When you was standin' there with all your men
We could've solved it then
I'm a grown man, dog, come holla
All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be
Come on
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