{*guns cocking then one gunshot*}[Eminem] Haha\n[Ca$his] Ca$his, Ca$his\n[Eminem] Yeah!\n[Ca$his] King Mathers\n[Eminem] C\'MON!\n[Ca$his] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! {*echoes*}\n\n[Chorus: Ca$his]\nPistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around\nYou thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out\nThe police find that, what\'s that sound?\nWhile you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out\n\n[Ca$his]\nWalk through the door with my hands on a gun\nCause niggaz \'round here wanna ask where I\'m from\nI throw up my signs, step back and pop one\n\'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one\nI used to bust niggaz heads open forfun\nChase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run\nI could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?\nSlung crack, real cat, you ain\'t never did that\nGo hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat\nI don\'t sleep, homie I\'m watched by the police\nCops out patrolling, grab a glock-40\nSniper at the squad car, story noting\nFuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap\nTossed straps before, I\'m out of here, homie\nMilitant in a sense, I don\'t really give a shit\nCall up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Ca$his]\nSixteenth in my sneakers, I ain\'t listen to my teachers\nI\'m the most hated nigga alive, since Jesus\nMaybe in the afterlife they\'ll reveal my Christ-like abilities\nCome back, then ride on my enemies\nNever been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery\nWar situations got you sayin he, crazy G\nAnd emerge with the beat, I can serve anything\nEspecially anybody tryin to diss my team -- Shady\n{*blam*} G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing\nSo if you say them punk nigga you say me\nI be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me\nCatch you in O.C., and in the bag you\'ll be leaving\nI ain\'t worried \'bout my freedom cause for me to get even\nis worth e\'rything, it\'s on B.B.G.N.\nI son\'d you folk, I\'m lookin at your pinkie\nYou a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery\n\n[Chorus] -- 2X\n\n[Eminem]\nMaybe I just feel like there\'s too many pussies in rap\nShady (Ca$his) we gotta push \'em to the back\nMove \'em along, push \'emaside, don\'t get me wrongI love the finger snaps and the claps into the songIt\'s got a catch but come on man, the rapsWe all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fuckswho walk around with their chest outjust tryin to be down with anybody who\'s left nowBetter be down with them, huhBut I dare some bitch to say somethin about, EminemCause I\'m not in the mood to be playin around with dudesI already seen two friends get shot in the headand lay on the ground this year and, one didn\'t make itProof, you are the truthPlease don\'t let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hooFake-ass tattooed havinFif\' please tell \'em right now how hard it has beenfor me to try and, stay out itBut they just won\'t quit runnin their mouthat least \'til there\'s a gun in it; son of a bitch!We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn\'t?And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn\'tdissin the South, that isn\'t what this is aboutI just so sick of the beef, I don\'t even wanna see anymore Cashis, Eminem, Pistol, Poppin, Rap