Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Don’t Push Me’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I’m heading ’cause I know where I’ve been
Flows, bones, crushing it’s nothing
I come up with something
Come through your strip, fronting, stunting
It’s something you want, 745 chrome spinning
Haters hate that I’m winning
Man I’ve been hot from the beginning
Motherf***ers aim at the kid, control your jealousy
‘Cause I can’t control my temper, I’m fitting to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I’m down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot
No I ain’t stopping till my clip is empty
I’m simply not that n**** you should try your luck with
F*** with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
Gun smoking, still locing, what n****
Lay your a** down paramedics get you up feeling
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
I cross my bigger n**** and I didn’t cry
To young to understand, the consequences of man
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I’ll be damned if If I’m bummy
Gotta watch my back around these n****s
‘Cause they fronting twenty years
Of watching my Mama’s tears
Got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb ’cause I need it
These n****s don’t want me balling, they want me bury
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
‘Cause I’m a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels gon’ call my number
Under, my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain’t lying, bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I’m running from nothing, my stomach is touching
What I’m clutching, to give you more then a concussion
End of discussion
My blood is colder, so I’m bolder
And it’s either soda
Hood on my my shoulder
Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
This is s*** that I solved with my balls, my ears
This is me who’s gotta be, what you see on TV
What you hear on C.D., what appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Fronting like it’s all fun and games
Till they shoot ’em up bang
Then you see brains hang and you see we ain’t playing
Ain’t saying we ain’t laying down at night and ain’t praying
I bully my way in this game, man I’m done playing
Man I’m done saying that I’m done playing
I’m a start laying any of these motherf***ing c***suckers
There’s no way I’mma back down, like a goddamn coward
I can’t, how would I look as man bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at ’em, please
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me
Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall?
I’ll show you Marshall, I try to show you art
Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start
Showing you f***in’ old farts a whole other side
I wanted to not show you, so you know you’re not dealing with
Some f***in’ marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk p****, who’s heart’s Jello, ’cause
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
Right now I’m on the edge
So don’t push me
I aim straight for your head
So don’t push me
Fill your a** up with lead
So don’t push me
I got something for your a**, keep thinking I’m p****
Shady aftermath n****, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this s***, we takin’ over