Gatman and Robbin
50 Cent Eminem Lyrics

Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm in trouble and need to act quickly

I'm on my way
I'm going to take action

I got a gatman
I have a skilled shooter on my side

There's a problem I'ma solve it
I'll take care of any issue that arises

A nigga movin' around
Someone is on the move in the area

With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
Armed with powerful weapons

What the fuck are you retarded
Are you stupid?

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

Robin, Cagney, or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
We're a powerful duo

The worst baby, put your hands on my peoples
Don't mess with my crew

I'll react crazy, put a hole through ya front and ya back maybe
I'll do whatever it takes to protect my own

But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
If you test me, you'll end up in a hospital bed

I'll leave no witnesses when I ride, be
I won't leave any evidence behind

You fuck with me, you see
You mess with me, you face the consequences

I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart
I'll go into a fury if provoked

If the masterpiece was murder, I'd make shit art
I'm skilled at taking out my enemies

Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
People always knew I was a little crazy

But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts
My edgy personality is what helped me succeed

So you take the good with the bad, I guess
You have to accept someone's flaws along with their strengths

Level three Teflon plate on my chest
I'm armored and protected

And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
I have a loaded weapon ready

Will ain't ya, anger will change ya
Don't test me, or you'll see a side of me you don't want to

And make ya aim there and squeeze
You'll end up pulling the trigger

Motherfucker, you retarded you touch 50
Don't mess with 50

We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
We're ending a conflict that wasn't our fault

I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you want to be thankful
Be grateful we're letting the issue drop

That we ain't beefin' was to agree and just leave it at "that"
By not fighting, we're agreeing to end it

It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
We're very closely connected

Cause when we beef we pull each other in
When one is targeted, the other will defend them

So we'll do shit like we're conjoined at the hip
We'll always be there for each other

Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable
Some issues we can let go of

And some shit will never boil up
While others will always be a problem

And some of it will just simmer at best
Some conflicts will always be present to some degree

If left at home, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
We won't bring up certain issues to avoid arguments

There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
We won't have peaceful discussions

Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
If you leave me alone, I'll leave you alone

This bitch is sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
The situation is difficult and requires extreme measures

Without mentionin' me you're gonna sing ? to Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50
You're going to talk about others but not mention me

D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a
Don't involve us or we'll take actions

Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
You'll get hurt if you misinterpret my intentions

I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
I don't care about the consequences

Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I work hard to make money in any situation

I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
I'm determined to make money

Got a money scheme I'm plotting in the county and I'm with it
I have a plan to make money

You cross me and you goin' make a cemetery visit
If you mess with me, you'll end up dead

That's gangsta, you know me I told it, 'cause I live it
That's how a gangster operates

Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
When the gun goes off, everything stops

Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
Bullets will hit you from far away

When drama pop, the llama pop
When there's trouble, the shooter is ready

And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
The violence won't end until the shooter decides

They say no, niggas know how I be on it
People know I'm not to be messed with

That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
I want what you have and will use force to get it

Its not a game, perfect aim, you feel the flame
This is serious and I won't miss my target

Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
The gun is burning hot and causing pain