Mark Ba** - Gatman and Robbin lyrics

[Eminem] Gee wilikers Gatman, they got me surrounded [50 Cent] I'm on my way [Refrain: 50 Cent] I got a gat, man, if there's a problem I'mma solve it A n***a movin' around with a big-a** revolver And a Mac, man What the f** are you retarded You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] They saying Batman, Robin, Cagney and Lacey It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby You 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 a** hooked up to an I.V I leave no witnesses when I ride, B You f** with me, you'll see I react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art n***as know I was wrapped too tight from the start But being a little off landed me on top of the charts So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hammer co*ked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger Anger'll change ya, and make you aim and squeeze [Hook: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gat, man If there's a problem I'mma solve it A n***a movin' around with a big a** revolver And a bat, man Motherf**er, you retarded? You touch 50 I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 2: Eminem] 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'll disagree 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 m**m 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 bullsh** Like we're conjoined at the hip, it's just unavoidable Some of the sh** is squashable; some sh**'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 f**ing with me and I'll gladly quit f**ing 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 [Refrain] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] n***a you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted I don't give a f**, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hussle, 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 cemetary visit That's gangsta, you know me I talk because I live it Shell cases drop, when that choppa chop, way up the block Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, hell I'mma pop And it won't stop, you can run call the cops This ain't new, n***as know how I be on it That sh** 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 make you wish it'd rain [Refrain]