Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Push Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Push Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks & Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Push Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks & Eminem employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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

Motherfuckers 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 nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with

Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke

Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga

Lay your ass 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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy

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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy

I cross my bigger nigga 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 niggas

'Cause they fronting 20 years of watching my mama's tears

Got me heated, heavily weeded

Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it

These niggas 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'ma 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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy

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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy

These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears

This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears

This is me who's gotta be, what you see on TV

What you hear on CD, 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'ma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers

There's no way I'ma 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 fucking old farts a whole other side

I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with

Some fucking marshmallow, little soft yellow

Punk pussy, 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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy

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 ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass

Keep thinking I'm pussy.