Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Push Me, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Push Me |
| 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 |
| Flows, bones, crushing it’s nothing |
| I come up with something |
| Come 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 |
| Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy |
| 'Cause I can’t control my temper, I’m fitting 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 nigga you should try your luck with |
| Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke |
| Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga |
| Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling |
| Right now 'm on the edge |
| So don’t push me I aim straight for your head |
| So don’t push me Fill your ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |
| 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 ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |
| I cross my bigger nigga 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 mama’s tears |
| Got me heated, heavily weeded |
| Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it These niggas don’t want me balling, they want me bury |
| Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry |
| Laying with bugs under my shirt |
| I got plans to hop up in that 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 |
| I’m running 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 |
| And it’s either soda |
| Hood on my my shoulder |
| Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier |
| 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 ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |
| 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 ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |
| These are my ideas |
| This is my sweat and tears |
| This is shit 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 motherfucking cocksuckers |
| There’s no way I’mma back down, like a goddamn 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 |
| Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start |
| Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side |
| I wanted to not show you, so you know you’re not dealing with some fucken |
| marshmellow, little soft yellow |
| Punk pussy, who’s heart’s Jello, 'cause |
| 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 ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |
| 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 ass up with lead |
| So don’t push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I’m pussy |