Letra de GATman and Robbin - 50 Cent

(Feat. Eminem)

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 Batman, 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 (Yeah!)

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 a 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 Batman, 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 BRAT!

Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shi'a 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 in, to 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 sit-downs with no Daves and 'Zinos, there will be no peace discussions with me

There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea

Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you

Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through

Without mentioning me or the machine or 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 Batman, 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 it '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 Batman, what the fuck, are you retarded?

You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed

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