50 Cent, Eminem - GATman and Robbin lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[50 Cent, Eminem - GATman and Robbin lyrics]
Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed
This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
Put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back
Maybe but go 'head, you try me
I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV
I leave no witnesses when I ride, B
You fuck with me, you'll see
I react like an animal and tear you apart
If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art
Niggas know I was wrapped too
Tight from the start
But being a little off landed me
On top of the charts (woo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
Hammer cocked back, hollow tip
In the chamber, danger
Anger'll change ya
And make you aim that and squeeze
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man) motherfucker, you retarded?
You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walking away from a beef
In which clearly you started
I said we're walking away, did you hear me?
You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin'
We’re still breathing and just leave it at
(THAT) 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit
Hop back in that BAT mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be
(BRRAT)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia
(ATTACKS) somewhere along the line it's like
Me and 50 made a (PACT)
He's got my back, I got his back (BACK)
It's almost like we're kinda
Like Siamese twins
'Cause when we beef we pull
Each other into the bullshit
Like we're conjoined at the hip
This is unavoidable
Some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer
At best if left alone
But let it be known there will be no sitdowns
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There ain't gonna be no friendly
Debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fucking with me and I'll
Gladly quit fucking with you
Just spit your sixteen and do what
You gotta do to get through
Without mentioning me
Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50
Or D Twizzie, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be (knock knock) with a
GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed
Nigga, you get it twisted
You gon' get your wig splitted
I don't give a fuck
I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle
I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie
I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, you plot it
You can count me in I'm with it
You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta
You know me I talk 'cause I live it
Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block
Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop
The llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run call the cops
This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you
I want it it's not a game, perfect aim
You feel the flame up against your brain
Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed
I'm on my way
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed
This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
Put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back
Maybe but go 'head, you try me
I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV
I leave no witnesses when I ride, B
You fuck with me, you'll see
I react like an animal and tear you apart
If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art
Niggas know I was wrapped too
Tight from the start
But being a little off landed me
On top of the charts (woo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
Hammer cocked back, hollow tip
In the chamber, danger
Anger'll change ya
And make you aim that and squeeze
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man) motherfucker, you retarded?
You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walking away from a beef
In which clearly you started
I said we're walking away, did you hear me?
You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin'
We’re still breathing and just leave it at
(THAT) 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit
Hop back in that BAT mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be
(BRRAT)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia
(ATTACKS) somewhere along the line it's like
Me and 50 made a (PACT)
He's got my back, I got his back (BACK)
It's almost like we're kinda
Like Siamese twins
'Cause when we beef we pull
Each other into the bullshit
Like we're conjoined at the hip
This is unavoidable
Some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer
At best if left alone
But let it be known there will be no sitdowns
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There ain't gonna be no friendly
Debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fucking with me and I'll
Gladly quit fucking with you
Just spit your sixteen and do what
You gotta do to get through
Without mentioning me
Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50
Or D Twizzie, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be (knock knock) with a
GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed
Nigga, you get it twisted
You gon' get your wig splitted
I don't give a fuck
I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle
I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie
I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, you plot it
You can count me in I'm with it
You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta
You know me I talk 'cause I live it
Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block
Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop
The llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run call the cops
This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you
I want it it's not a game, perfect aim
You feel the flame up against your brain
Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained
I got a GatMan
If there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a (bat, man)
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady
I'll leave you dearly departed