[Intro: Eminem] Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!!
[Verse 1: Eminem] Its like a throne that he dont even own He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing He dont want the diamonds want the gold dont want the jewelry He dont want the ring dont want the loot hes in it for the sport Runnin circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it And you can love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it you cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And If Im frontin then you better come confront me for it
[Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Hes straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate There stomachs ache while hes loungin in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay houses with a bigger gate, houndin hims a big mistake he wont surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics fan Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name When you discussin the illest playa thats in the game And hes ridin with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em G-Unit Records aint no motherfucker stoppin them
[Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game
[Verse 3: 50 Cent] Hes no magician man the kid make something outta nothin So now niggas from his hood act like he owes him somethin They talk crazy till they send niggaz to ready buck him Ask him if its a problem and he'll say nah its nothin He was gonna help em out but since they front em fuck em He dont care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin Hes rich now he aint change so niggaz think he buggin He bulletproof everything 'case niggaz try and buck him Keeps 2 pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck em Niggaz say they gon get at him but they cant touch him Try to catch you slippin then creepin he start bussin
[Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game
[Outro: Nate Dogg] I can give you niggaz somethin you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You aint no G you a fuckin clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Dont 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