GATman and Robbin
50 Cent & Eminem Lyrics

Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
Oh my goodness, Gatman, they have me encircled

I'm on my way
I am coming to face the situation

I got a gat, man, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
I have a gun, and I'll use it to solve any problem

A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
I'm carrying a large handgun with me

And a MAC, man
In addition, I have a MAC-10 submachine gun

What the fuck are you retarded?
Are you stupid or what?

You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
If you mess with Shady, I'll kill you

This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey
This is not a fictional story or TV show

It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
It's me and Shady, the most dangerous duo

You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
If you touch my people, I'll go insane

Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
Shoot you from the front and the back, might do it

But go 'head, you try me
But go ahead and test me

I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV
And you'll end up in the hospital

I leave no witnesses when I ride, B
I don't leave any witnesses when I commit crimes

You fuck with me, you'll see
If you mess with me, you'll find out

I react like an animal and tear you apart
I act like a beast and destroy you

If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art
If killing was an art, I'd be a master

Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start
Everyone knows that I was mentally unstable from the beginning

But being a little off landed me on top of the charts
But my craziness made me famous and successful

So you take the good with the bad, I guess
You have to accept both the positive and negative sides of my personality

Level three Teflon plate on my chest
I wear a bulletproof vest

Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger
My gun is ready to fire, loaded with deadly ammunition

Anger'll change ya, and make you aim at, and squeeze
My anger can lead me to shoot at anyone and pull the trigger

We're walking away from a beef in which clearly you started
We're ending a feud that you initiated

I said we're walking away, did you hear me?
I just made it clear that we are leaving the conflict behind

You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin'
You should be grateful that we're not fighting anymore

We'll disagree and just leave it at (Tat!)
We'll have different opinions but won't escalate it to violence

'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that (Bat!) mobile
But if we decide to retaliate, we'll be like Batman and Robin

It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (Brrat!)
It won't be a rap battle anymore, it'll be gunshots

Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (Attacks!)
Our retaliation will be as severe as the Muslim Shiia attacks

Somewhere along the line it's like me and 50 made a (Pact!)
It seems like 50 and I have formed a strong alliance

He's got my back, I got his back (Back!)
We support each other and have each other's backs

It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
We're like conjoined twins who can't be separated

Like we're conjoined at the hip, it's just unavoidable
We're inseparable, it can't be helped

Some of the shit is squashable; some shit'll never boil over
Some of the issues can be resolved, but some will never go away

Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone
Some problems will persist, but will be less intense if we ignore them

But let it be known there will be no sitdowns
But don't expect us to have a peaceful meeting to discuss our issues

With no Daves and 'Zinos
Without any intermediaries

There will be no peace discussions with me
Don't even try to negotiate with me

There ain't gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
We're not going to have a polite conversation like having tea and biscuits

Just quit fucking with me and I'll gladly quit fucking with you
Stop messing with me, and I'll stop bothering you too

Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
Just rap your verses and focus on your career

Without mentioning me
Don't reference me in your lyrics

Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50
Don't take shots at the people I'm associated with

Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be
Or the other members of our crew, and just leave it alone

Nigga you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted
Don't misunderstand or underestimate me, or you'll get shot

I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
I don't care if the police find out that I'm responsible for the crime

Man I hussle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
I work hard and make money in any weather condition

I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it
I work tirelessly and relentlessly to earn money

Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in I'm with it
If you have a money-making plan, I'll join you

You cross me you gon' make a cemetary visit
If you cross me, you'll end up dead

That's gangsta, you know me I talk 'cause I live it
That's what being a gangster is about, and I know because I live it

Shell cases drop, when that choppa chop, way up the block
Bullets will fly when I shoot my automatic weapon from a distance

Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop
You'll get hit by the bullets when the situation turns violent

And it won't stop, you can run call the cops
The shooting won't stop, you can try to run and call the police

This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
This is not a new story. Everyone knows how I operate

That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it
I like what you have, and I'll use my gun to take it from you

It's not a game, perfect aim
This is not a game, and my shooting accuracy is perfect

You feel the flame up against your brain
You'll feel the heat of the bullet touching your brain

Man it's so hot I'll make you wish it rained
The gunshot will be so hot that you'll wish it rained to cool you down

Motherfucker, you retarded?
Are you stupid or something?

You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
If you mess with 50, I'll kill you