Warriors Part 2

[Eminem] Woo! Yeah! Remix!

[50 Cent] Ha ha!

[Eminem] Lloyd Banks!

[Lloyd Banks] Uh huh!

[Eminem] Ha ha!

[Eminem]

It's like a throne that he don't even own

He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around

It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing

He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry

He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport

Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court

He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it

And you can love and you can hate it but you can't ignore it, you can't be that ignorant

But you can try to sell him short

But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it

And he was born to raise hell like them country boys

And If I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it

CHORUS [Nate Dogg]

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it

True warriors go ahead and make some noise

It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid

Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys

I'm doin' a hundred twenty in the fast lane

Kick back just relax let me do my thang

Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain

Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Lloyd Banks]

He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate

To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate

There stomachs ache while he's loungin' in the big estate

And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger gate

Houndin' him's a big mistake

He won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break

'Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand

Till he was sittin' on green like a Celtics fan

Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name

When you discussin' the illest playa that's in the game

And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em

G Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them

Chorus

[50 Cent]

He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothin'

So that nigga's from his hood act like he owes him somethin'

They talk crazy till they send niggaz to where to buck him

Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin'

He was gonna help 'em out but since they funny fuck 'em

He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him

He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin'

He's rich now he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin'

He bulletproof everything 'cause niggaz try and buck him

Keeps two pistols I'll show you where he tuck 'em

Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him

Try to catch you slippin' then creeping he start bussin'

Chorus

[Nate Dogg]

I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about

I can turn your smile upside down

You ain't no G you a fuckin' clown

I can take your girl and tu-turn her out

Don't hold it in let it all out

I can give you fuckers somethin' to be mad about

Invite her in send her back out

With my DNA all in her mouth