[Intro: Eminem]Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!)Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!![Verse 1: Eminem]It's like a throne that he don't even ownHe won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it aroundIt’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thingHe don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelryHe don't want the room, he don't want the loot, he's in it for the sportRunning circles 'round his competition on the courtHe appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for itAnd you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore itYou can't be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him shortBut you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before itAnd he was born to raise hell like them country boysAnd if I'm fronting, man, you better come confront me for it[Chorus: Nate Dogg]This is the story of a warrior, I know you know itTrue warriors go ahead and make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoidHit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boysI'm doing a hundred tween in the fast laneKick back just relax let me do my thingDon't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintainMoney, power, and respect in this rap game[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hateTo see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plateTheir stomachs ache while he's lounging in the big estateAnd he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stayHouses with a bigger gate, hounding him's a big mistakeHe won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to breakCause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping handTill he was sitting on green like a Celtic fanCreated a buzz to where you gotta mention his nameWhen you discussing the illest players that's in the gameAnd he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'emG-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stopping them[Chorus: Nate Dogg]This is the story of a warrior, I know you know itTrue warriors go ahead and make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoidHit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boysI'm doing a hundred tween in the fast laneKick back just relax let me do my thingDon't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintainMoney, power, and respect in this rap game[Verse 3: 50 Cent]He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothingSo that niggas from his hood act like he owes him somethingThey talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck himAsk him if it's a problem and he'll say "nah, it's nothing"He was gonna help 'em out but since they fronted fuck 'emHe don't care how they feel they can hate him or love himHe held his own on his own the kid is really thuggingHe's rich now, he ain't changed so niggas think he buggingHe bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck himKeeps two pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck 'emNiggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch himTry to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing[Chorus: Nate Dogg]This is the story of a warrior, I know you know itTrue warriors go ahead and make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoidHit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boysI'm doing a hundred tween in the fast laneKick back just relax let me do my thingDon't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintainMoney, power, and respect in this rap game[Outro: Nate Dogg]I can give you niggas something you can talk aboutI can turn your smile upside downYou ain't no G you a fucking clownI can take your girl and tu-turn her outDon't hold it in let it all outI can give you fuckers something to be mad aboutInvite her in send her back outWith my DNA all in her mouth
