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conversations.value: Write me a song called Don’t Push Me with the following description: Second track on Get Rich or Die Tryin' to feature Eminem with the addition of G-Unit young gun Lloyd Banks. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
  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
  The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
  Come through your strip frontin', stuntin', it's something you want
  745, chrome spinners
  , haters hate that I'm winning
  Man, I've been hot from the beginning
  Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
  'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
  Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
  Once I squeeze the first shot, you know I ain't stoppin'
  'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply
  Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
  Hollow tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
  What, nigga? Lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  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 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
  I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
  Too young to understand the consequences of a man living a lie
  I gotta get that money
  , I'll be damned if I'm bummy
  Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'cause they funny
  Twenty years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded
  Smoking that bong 'cause I need it
  These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
  Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
  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 lyin'
  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 than a concussion, end of discussion
  My blood is colder so I'm bolder, Hennessy and soda
  Hood on my shoulder, 
  look in the mirror, I see a soldier
  [Chorus: 50 Cent & 
  Eminem
  ]
  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
   (
  Em, drop that shit, c'mon
  ) [Verse 3: Eminem]
  These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
  This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears (What else?)
  This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
  What you hear on CD, what appears easy (What else?)
  Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
  In these beanies and these rags living fantasies, frontin' (C'mon)
  Like it's all fun and games 'til they shoot 'em up bang
  And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
  Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
  I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
  Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
  I'ma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
   (C'mon)
  There's no way I'ma back down like a goddamn coward, I can't
  How would I look as a 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, woah, yo, ho
  Hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
  You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you martial
  I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
  So I see I have to start showing you fucking old farts
  A whole 'nother side I wanted to not show you (C'mon)
  So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
  Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jell-O 'cause [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  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
  [Outro: Tony Yayo]
  Shady, Aftermath, nigga,
   G-Unit
  Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over