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Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old doc is back! Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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| 4:41 |
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(50 Cent)
Yeah, Shady, Hahahaha G G G G G G G G-Unit (Eminem) Here we go again (50 Cent) Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You can't understand how I get my dough 50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so I'm on fire Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone But don't compare me I'm better off jus' left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin wreckless But if you go check my belt You may see something else I used to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled We'd all much rather get along and fight you Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants to So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, Ja what up dawg? How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin' there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then I'ma grown man dawg come holla All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow, another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on (50 Cent) {*Chorus*} I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony Yayo ) You couldn't son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol I clap at your ass with this chrome 38 And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8 Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike You know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, bitch (50 Cent) {*Chorus*} I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks) Fuck that I'm miles away And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out tha game an'... They see me more pop a boy for icey cuz I could Shootin' guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song Now you want it wit' us, half your artists got to make a point Every magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picture And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches You don't know nuttin' about what pain is sucka I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muh'fucker (50 Cent) {*Chorus*} I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony Yayo) Yeah nigga yeah Shady Aftermath G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G Unit for Cause we move units uhha Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time A matter a fact keep call it a 50 we'll call it even |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old doc is back! Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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