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Yeah God damn Feels like a long time don't it You missed up We missed you Shady narcotics It's the re up pussies And we're back Myself D 12 50 cent Obie Trice Stat Quo And I would also like to introduce The two newest members of the family One goes by the name of Bobby Creek The other goes by the name of Cashis From Orange county And I think it's about time we cut the bullshit Let's go |
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Shady we're back Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it you better just make new living arrangements if you think your the top and king of the castle You about to get thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is I'm best at this an I'm best at that but I don't hear my name No man brought up in rap and I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that but when they say one of the best I'm nowhere thought of as that Not even the same league as Jay Z Nas Pac Biggie or maybe they'll name me Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ or say he ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay Z Yo his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat but I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the radio And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily And that very well may be the same reason they don't say me when they speak on hip hop legends which has amazed me Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream and make it big big big big b baby So maybe the 80's made me crazy I been tryin' to get my weight up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key paid the ways So lately mind state's get better each day replay my relay race when I was chasin' the a fey at 18 8 years later his voice in Beijing no choice I chase cream so Shady we're back This is what I eat sleep breath an feed my kids whatever I feel my family needs I treat the mic like the block fought with my rocks an squeeze critics who expect me to under achieve I just deal with the hate I receive I rollin' back my sleeves show other bree with bran wrapped to his knees An tell him suck my dick take a bow an leave with a sack full of amar cheese I found it hard to believe Who the bullet perceive to be G's an claim there runnin' shit nigga I run me An as a kid teacher said I had a mouth on me that same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E Folk in the hood asking where I be dawg I'm out in Hawaii don't like it drink my pee Record songs for the Detox LP feet don't fail heat niggas got me bent like cranberry and bellvee I'ma die wealthy boss of the game what the fuck they goin' tell me A Town's own tre Aftermath Shady Shady we're back Y'all market y'all own block they see me that rap game's an old flame my nigga I want 'em back Like mic check pimp for what it's worth I got the right knit sittin' here excited by some shit that aint right yet No regret live by a cold June no bot y'all niggas won't be satisfied 'till I show go out on the limb with Em cause I'm with him put a barrel to they apparel to you an some of them Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie Shady Records re introduced you niggas to multi so hot all the light that they given me an the haters like a chauffer because it's have driven me To a view with a vendetta I am naigga feel up me I don't give a fuck about chu nigga I'm just livin' me We the reason for the season so I'm just breezin' through the track nigga I can prove I'm here to somethin' you never do from hand to hand coke sales for my revenue I ain't been to a bucks an why I ain't snuck a weapon through there's no background reveals a 1 8 7 2 'till the block I'm the truth to the cops I'm the proof And if a nigga's still out there you just gotta shoot I carry over my street ethics to the booth In the Shady crime fam Al Capone in his youth the difference between me an you I already done an lived the street life niggas run away from it you follow my life in the Midwest blunted pitchfork's held high 4 5th by the stomach you find me right now on the C A streets I'm on the roof of the bulidin' shootin' at police some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me I'ma walkin' obituary death live in me I take life through the pen by the way I'm see I'll have you breaked in the pen like American meat I'm connected gettin' weight from MS 13 with SK's AR's an many bought teens I'm Cahis the last of the real were strapped on Prozac B's and E pills it's the rap got the block on tip 2 of crack I'm in the light dark contract Shady's back nigga Shady we're back |
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[Bizarre]Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty]Detroit Nigga [Bizarre]The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols [Swifty]Why is that? *Laughing* [Chorus: Eminem] (Can't go nowhere without my gun) Slick criminal with this sh*t I spit use (I walk the streets I got my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) I say the type of sh*t parents slit they wrist to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) ed to hand em the amp you they miss the sh*t to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) To many enemies on my list to sit trough (I walk the streets I got my gun) body got my back in this b*tch but this do (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you (Don't go nowhere without my gun But I don't goin around without my pistol pistol [Swifty] Nigga we violently active So f*ck with us See I'm backwards I slap niggaz and punch b*tches Just for askin They must have been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was snoopin trough my closet Seein drugs on the floor Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate b*tch, I l do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and your hoe You got's to go b*tches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo any nigga We'll shower you We young strapped and powerful And I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo Blazin at popo escapin and lay low they call my tongue yayo But I spit fire I lit five inside a f*ckin d*ckryder The clip slider Love to blast the mag You a fag You love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell Empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew Tuck in this chain Y'all think this sh*t's a game and I bluffin for fame I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains Chorus [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Toke the gun It's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put your f*ckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless That's why I'm heated You never know who start creepin Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather then need one and not have it I married this glockmatic Nowhere without my gun [Kon Artist] You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds Spittin these rounds from fo pounds While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth Is they possibly alive *Shooting and screaming* Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels who will perish shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado Chorus [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry) It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say f*ck church and then go back to writin It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f*ckin mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Chorus [Eminem]Pistol Pistol [Swifty]Nigga, you better have aim [Eminem]I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol [Swifty]Cuz if you don't you finished [Swifty]Flat out [Eminem]Sorry Officer [Bizarre]Detroit [Swifty]Nigga [Bizarre]Detroit [Eminem]I'm sorry [Swifty]What? [Eminem]f*ck it [Bizarre]The f*ck we stayin [Swifty]f*ck around and get popped [Swifty]With no hesitation [Swifty]Straight up [Bizarre]Look where the f*ck we stay at [Bizarre]Nigga what where the f*ck we stay at [Bizarre]f*ck around with us [Bizarre]You get us popped [Bizarre]You f*ckin get us popped *Laughin* |
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Detroit Motown Hey guess what They gave us a soup bowl this year an you know what happened Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder Hennyed up remmyed up ski mask black truck Dickie outfit passenger side Mr Grip Pump Fuck it I just did 2 lines A chrome tech nine It'll tear out niggas spine It's a party go on in an have fun Cause after it's over all you goin' hear is Shootin' blassin' Hittin' the floor $10000 in the safe Shit I'm about to score Cause I'm dangerous off angel dust Shyt I'll bust even the bitch that came wit us An this is for my niggass that be robbin' an stealin' carjackin murder one's an fucken drug dealin's Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder I stumble in the club blowed 9mm cocked somethins' tellin' me to stop Fuck it I aint see the cops niggas don't believe it 'till they see it's out Stupid motherfuckers wanna take a scenic route Now the heaters out bitches scream like I pulled my penis out Beggin' me to put that big motherfucker away But the demons out Everybody on the floor Come out of that mink Come out of them diamonds And you come out of that valuer Party is over shut the fuck down Cut the music matter of fact turn it back it up Shit I can use it I need the noise In case I have to let a couple off Saw another icy chain Walked over an tugged it off Gimme that buttersoft They say she buyin' out the bar You can buy my drinks for today an tomorrow I'm out for the paper My homie better hide them jewels I'm in the game starvin' I playin' by the rules Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder Robbin shootin' killin' Murder Murder murder shady It's the Re Up |
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| 4:30 |
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Fall in and get quoted yall It's Cashis Welcome to the Shady game G's up Obie went plat He back with another classic 50 went Diamond Smashed twice bastards D 12 multi back to back Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap Stat quo the mixtape messiah In the phantom About to run the A When we drop stanlanta Bobby Creek You know his motherfuckin' name nigga Bobby Creek He ain't no motherfuckin' name nigga I'm Cashis Mixtape was a classic Ep is a classic LP is that shit Dark park Money and all But much more Told me go all out Serve em all homeboy I'm a west nigga A midwest nigga I'm the best nigga Cause we the best niggas From street team to GM to BP This ain't a crime family This rap is a dream team We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' And now we comin' for everybody who hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' And now we comin' for everybody who hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's Kill the cash hard Bout to smash frauds Puttin' fast broads Through the windport I can handle narcs When the candle sparks You hit the ground And I snatch the bandana We ridin' out It's shady game nigga Hope ya bullet proof back Fuck lame nigga Know who I'm talkin' to Glad ya man did You bout to get it too Rest with your fam man This a cold game Played by the coldest man Everything ya The 7 4 k Sell the of cocaine I'm a dopeman Plus I'm holdin' weight Cause I'm the dope man A west coast gangsta Chi town gold Interstate runner Watch me drive a brick through And we ain't backin' down Way past rappin' now Right before my album drop My homeboys'll clap you down We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's A born winner Similar to familiar County hound comin' to burn your whole city up I catch ya up in the club Empty the 5th on ya You all know it's pussy By Vivica I'm the realest nigga Ya wanna mob with me If you a dealer nigga You can get blocks from me I hand rocks and jeans The cream To mark seven throw 6 Got with the team Now I'm on the scene Reachin' out Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches In a position to watch by more nitches and place at the end of the plots I hold niggas figures Urban greases peaces Last week to the point a police was shot And if niggas wanna know what I been bout lately Nigga take it how ya want it Rap with Shady We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' now we comin' for everybody who be hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's We took a break for a minute And now we bangin' But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin' now we comin' for everybody who be hatin' From 06 through in Everything is shady's Everything is Shady's Up from the west coast And midwest C A duck cashis Boast boy Block boys We pioneerin' this In the race to be legends not cash Tie die I'm a Shady gangsta nigga |
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| 2:58 |
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we should do something like that Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck Yeah that's what's up Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck b boom Shady There's never been this much of a menace in this game as this And it's the most sinister duo in the business Once again its the illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners This music is in us and it's not over 'till we say it's finished and G Unit spinners Will keep spinnin' this is Hip Hop when it's in it's truest form the greatest Hate us or love us Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' those pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is or was still is Whatever forever he will be the illest To ever sh shock the world what to do next He's already reconciled with his ex reversed a chainsaw and an axe Jump a bitch's desk strangle her neck While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the vex yeah bring Shady on back The maniac of rap devil baby on crack Resurrect I never left baby I'm bad I've gone mad my comrade Drezy automatically He says I'm too broke to fix way beyond that I may be off drugs but it's made me off track In fact this right here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit I'll never do shit that's that Fuck it I quit suck on a dick jackass I'm done with this wack ass rap kiss my black ass Nah Em tell 'em to kiss my black ass the clean parts the shitty parts My bullet wounds my beauty marks the Fif'll tell you're ass apart A came in this game crush a motherfuckers from tha start Shady paid me Shady crazy Fifty crazy rich bitch Different day nothing change it's the same shit trick Teflon wrapped on case I get clapped on D's searching the whip glad I left the mac home Still grindin' still shinin' nigga lord knows You're rockin with the kid that spit sicka sick flows I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it E'eryday Dre day front and cause a maylay Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down I smile through sumthin' fowl and watch my money pile I'm fuckin' with strict stacks I'm kickin' you stripped fats I hit you with it bag it pump it bring me mines right back Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck Go 'head funky funk up Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck Yeah that's what's up Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck I hit yo' ass up Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck Yeah that's what's up Yeah Boom boom chuck boom b boom chuck Boom boom chuck It's the Re Up |
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| 4:18 |
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Who run it You know you actin like you don't know We run it You know but you actin like you don't know Who run it You know you actin like you don't know We run it You know but you actin like you don't know You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo show This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Now homie I say I run it run it cause I'm in control Hypnotic Hennessey a couple shots of Patron I have you feelin aight I get you high as a kite Party poppin shawty says she comin with me tonight I ain't shoulder leanin I ain't snappin and poppin Either I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just stadin their watchin I'm a hustler I hustle you can tell that I'm paid And I protect what I got I'm in the house with my blade Nigga you front you gone get it ok now maybe I said it Cause I want you to triddy yeah I be on that shitty You should see when I'm stuntin I flash the stones to be wantin Push the whip see me rollin you can tell that I'm holdin I'm just doin ma thang you know the Units the game I got my grimy Shady with me you front have to get me off your ass I pay the lawsuit and laugh It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash Who run it You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up for show This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Who run it You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know When me and Fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit it's friendship me nemesis is your nemesis Ain't for him it's just media see to them it's just images But this shit is no gimmicks this is blood in and blood out When there's beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out If there's a problem we solve it if we don't resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it We should all get a merit this much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge with honor pass it around and share it And let it go to whoever's holdin the most current people on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs til it's over But tonight we ain't comin here to beef with nobody We came to party Banks Cashis and Mr Ferrari So it's Shady Aftermizat back in that ass you wizzass Come hizzon what kinda fuzukin quizition is that Who run it You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Who run it I say you know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay Slumped over bleeding J F K H K T just play k double cry till the 5th I'll ride to the death do you rep that way Forever I'm a be a Shady 7 4 gangsta plus I survive everything you got in that chamber I thrive off of danger jumpin in all beef You keep talking shit now the squad called me Enough holdin back the steam Em let off a magazine Dappadon Cappa queen mixed in with Cashis creams Started off with half a dream developed into what you see Telling ain't my cup of tea can't tell I'm a fuckin G I'm on automatic when I'm at it start static And you splattered shit shattered I'm a walkin bitch magnet Spit it how I love it live it all the way to the limit And I'm always on my pivot for my digits you dig it Who run it You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Who run it You know you actin like you don't know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring more dough And you know but you actin like you don't know Who run it You know who this is Shady G Unit Aftermath Lloyd Bands Cashis Marshall Mathers Ferrari F 50 It's a movement you can't stop it Talk of New York Tony Yayo |
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| 3:54 |
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Maaaaan Let's go Hey yo Fif' Yeah Call 'em and tell 'em It's time to hate us again We're back Haha Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care My enemies crack corn but I don't care You can be black white or albino yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I don't like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho but I know that Think you just don't say it and I won't say it See if you don't brag then I don't brag I know I'm bad as long as I know I'm bad I don't need ya'll to cosign no shit You can just keept making them tired old threats Little bit like the boy who cried wolf did See me but don't dare to try no shit Cuz you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnakes right there to bite your ass And I can be so quite and strike so fast Like lightening bolts right out the sky go blast From out of nowhere you might find your career Come to with eek and I'm just like OH YEAH See us on the award shows and we're like OH YEAH Can we get more of those they like OH YEAH See us keep blowing up we're like OH YEAH So Jimmy can crack corn but i don't care See me in the videos i'm like OH YEAH See me ride up close your like OH EAH And where's D12 at they like WE OVER HERE And where the fuck we goin we're like NOWHERE You jealous little fucks beg for my attention but I done told you once I'm not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice then I won't be so nice If you keep coming back that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit let them talk shit cuz they talk shit Knowing deep down they really just wanna squash it Cuz no one wants to walk around steppining dog shit And get doo doo on their shoe again as soon as they wash it But the pride won't let em inside they like go get em And I'm just like why you trying to fight momentum We just keep winning by landslides oh an um Shady Limiteds in any size yo denim to velour Even our clothing lines on fire As 50 would said our clothing lines on FIRE Meanwhile your mind's on us like mine's on Mariah And you all just like her your all fucking liars But I'll just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K Y yessir So full of joy boy am I absurd Even Chingy would tell you yeah boy don't curr See us on the award shows and we're like oh yeah Can we get more of those they like oh yeah See us keep blowing up we're like oh yeah So Jimmy can crack corn but i don't care See me in the videos I'm like oh yeah See me ride up close your like ee yeah And where's G Unit at they like we over here And where the fck we goin we're like no where Your homie got clapped on man I don't care The cops in my nana crip but I'm not there It is what it is dog man life's not fair Your friends should have known not to front 'round here Listen kid where I'm from the wolves smell fear They'll strip your ass of your jewels right here Man I'm gonna say this one time and get this clear Man you can catch a hot one like out of no where Beautiful day without drama is rare Your girl's a freak man sometimes we share Yeah I wear a condom and you go bear You probably heard about me I'm a shown up player In the hood politicin' like I'm running for mayor Running winding doning and shining you know what I'm saying I aint got time for fucking around and horse playing I'm making hits my homies taking hits whose staying See us on the award shows and we're like OH YEAH Can we get more of those they like OH YEAH See us keep blowing up we're like OH YEAH So Jimmy can crack corn but i don't care See me in the videos i'm like OH YEAH See me ride up close your like OH EAH And where's D12 at they like WE OVER HERE And where the fuck we goin we're like NOWHERE Haha Yeah it's the Re Up Haha God I love it You know you hate that laugh don't you Haha Keep doing it Do it again What The laugh Oh Haha I like that Haha Haha You don't think they gonna think we're really crazy right |
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| 4:07 |
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OH Stat quo Here we go Come on come on You ready Let's do it man Shady aftermath Yeah Where you keep that thing man By my side When you do somethin' to somebody It ain't just you It's someone next to you By my side Everywhere I go By my side |
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| 1:55 |
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I sense someones tapping into my phones why do I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon The FBI might be tryin to pull my file soon I might be walking blind fold into a typhoon I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky Right outside of the window of my living room And if they do you can say goodnight And bye bye to them itunes If I don't try to record as much before I do The plan is to have as many in the can as I can As I stand before you in this booth A walking deadman Blank stare dead pan look as my face As I gaze into space As I wait to be scooped up in that van Mysteriously disappear into thin air And they gon' say a sniper Just appeared out of no where And I'll go down in the history As the blood sucking leech Who hid behind the freedom of speech Tryed to take the fifth amendment use it Twist it and bend it And ended up dying to fill out i N the heros splinters The business way to end this I can feel the tremors tremendous In remembrance of september 11 Flash back to september 7th When Tupac was murdered in Vegas He said that he predicted his own death Let us never forget it Or should we ever live to regret it Like the day John F Kennedy was assasinated In broad day By a craze lunatic with a gun Who just happened to work on the same block In a library book depository Where the President Would go for a little friday stroll Shots fired from the grassy knoll But they don't know or do they Whos they for them to say Touche Where all vunerable and it's spooky This is about as cookey as I've ever felt now Count down to Nuclear Meltdown 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 You can run you can do what you want to But you know you aint gonna do nuttin When its time its your time You are the prime target You have become Public Enemy Number 1 |
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| 3:20 |
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Yeah Stat quo Doc Dre I representin the A town A town Aye aye aye I'm comin' from the A town A town Shady Aftermath Yeah Once again it's on Em, stat now alive And this motherfucker on The ho's get naked Soon as the song comes on The niggas get reckless It's off the chain It's on It's papa speakers Knockin' crowds off the floor They jockin' and watchin When I walks through the door It's him Tell a friend But you already know Act stupid and lose it Don't fuck with quo I'm kind of different Not the usual Sippin' cognac between two beautiful Two bitches at the club Talk shit at your funeral I came to get a buzz and crunk Understand yo It's crowded in back He's jumpin God damn it's slow I'm cooler than cool Cause my temperature is thirty below I'm checkin' the scene for new cunt Droppin' it low Shakin' they ass Backin' it up Fast or slow You know this thing don't stop till I say so Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor You know this club don't close till I say so Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the flow Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor It goes three two one shortie That's what's up At the bar lookin sober But I'm high as fuck And as far as yall who be actin' tough I'm in the spot with the glock Please believe it's tough We ready we sweaty It's hot It's off the chain We macin' and spewin Please miss tell me what's ya name The way you move and them jeans Made me happy you came I'm tryin' to get to know ya Possibly get some brain I need pinky rings I'm the man of your dreams Your life if you wanna be wifey And join my team So I can support you And support you by any means Nah I ain't givin' you none of my things But we can leave the club tonight Hit the telly And fuck Long as you know when I bust I'm in the dust Ain't no children It ain't nothing nothing for us to discuss Except what time your ride pickin' you up You know this thing don't stop till I say so Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor You know this club don't close till I say so Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the flow Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Turn that ass around Go on and do somethin do somethin girl Girl touch the ground Turn that ass around Go on and do somethin do somethin girl Girl touch the ground Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah |
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Ski Mask Way (Eminem Remix) Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin [Chorus] Nigga that watch is nice That's what you bought from me That chain is nice That's what you bought from me Them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, Move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, Ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money Nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money [Verse 1] You wanna spray at me? Go head The last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Ya little sister callin you stupid Reason why? Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new cig And that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk Through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine Sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy Bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, Leave her them keys My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna Im serious man I'm so sincere This the flow right here That fucked up Jeffery's career Make money, take money Yeah nigga yeah [Chorus] Nigga that watch is nice That's what you bought from me That chain is nice That's what you bought from me Them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, Move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money Nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money [Verse 2] Whos dat peepin in my window Wow The feds on me now They know when im sleepin They know when im wake I know they got my phone taped Im screamin fuck jake Im tryin to stay out them pens, So I switched states Bad news V-A now that sounds great I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked I holla at A-I peoples to get gats They charged me 500 a piece for two macs Then im back doin me Im back out on a spree Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key [Chorus] Nigga that watch is nice That's what you bought from me That chain is nice That's what you bought from me Them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, Move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money Nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money |
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Shady Aftermath BTOV There she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole Bobby Creek I'm on the patron In the end I'm gone My eyes ain't clear I'm gone So she hear me wrong I'm kinda in the zone Cause the DJ playin my song Just another opportunity for sayin I'm known I'm from Atlanta So southern ain't just part of my grammar I can up and cock the hammer For any nigga But I came here to get on goose and tropicana Get loose put some more of my juice In your caboose Sippin everything from white grain To deuce juice With nothin' to gain But my grace and loose tooths Eminem came Obie stat and proof too Bobby creek is in the place The name is snoop too My drinks is 10 around I can make her spin around If she keep her dinner down Simmer down We can hit the telly when the fun stops And I hit you in ya Come sip on my gumdrops I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me Conversation and Hennessey I've been to the muthafuckin mountain top Heard muthafuckers talk seen 'em drop If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass I'm gonna continue to rock Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet It's real easy just follow the beat Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout to have a party turn the music up Let's get it started Go head shake your butt I'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin baby step right up Some girls they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it I'm lookin for a girl That will do whatever the fuck I say everyday she be givin it up Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Come on girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Ohh girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Come on girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Obie Trice One slug Couldn't snuff young cuz Goodness gracious Haters stay on these nuts Just like a hood rat chick who was curious Serious Full breast, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue back With a new rag Givin' head while he poppin' the clutch True I had a few Obie rollin' with brews Annually knockin' the boots It's on manual The way I knock em outta they shoes Talk a little shit Then they anus'll ooze Talk a little spit on my ding a lang Who It's shady You know the name of the crew You know the aim is to bang you In the mansion With a magnum With a night pass to the matinee Obie Came to party You better ask somebody Shake that ass for me shake that ass for me Come on girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Ohh girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Come on girl shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me |
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Shady Old mix Back nigga Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat quo Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice What Niggas didn't kill me Now a niggas gon get Peel my cap back I'm never at home I'm somewhere With my shaft restin on a ho's tongue Sippin on some Don perion While she's sippin up them newborns Yeah bet you hate the news holmes You probably somewhere Sittin on the stoop huh Sippin on the brew Plottin to pop me later huh When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner Send weight to the coroner When courage make em turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman A dude's virgin Verses lettin superfulious With no purpose nigga Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip hop Branch out my services Ya try to murder this nigga That's comin from the same turf as yas What nerves have yas Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit I'm gettin rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's Dig With a bitch You in the trenches tryin to reach it big On another rapper's dick Go on represent where you live Know you annoyed But don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda nigga Not an accord I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford And yup it's probably ease when a nigga is on board I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Nigga cry now I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out And park a grand dam on him The city where the weak survive And the strong die Where beef collides Shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst And what can be worse Than a verse about bullets Dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse Niggas frontin for a bitch It's like you beggin to die Like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy It'll take awhile to tame Detroit is hella dirty But the dozen can fix it Resist and the biscut will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home Hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone Right to where you niggas lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away Yall shed tears But yall can get your feel of it today I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Nigga cry now Cry never My bereta is a body part Hit him with just enough shots To make his body hard Now I feel like we even See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas Diseasin Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose I'm leavin Load up a clip And make it dark on them heroes cheesin' Shit they got snitches on the clock Gotta watch what I'm sayin Me buy a bitch a couple rocks And the watch quit playin Back on my greasy My neezy Nobody bread whippin And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggas And grab pine You will never grab mine nigga The dolli's was lyin When he said you was gon be fine nigga CASHIS Witness art of war In the phyical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from cash mouth is fixin Ready with dope clips I'm ever dissin My aura of war is raw to the core The surface of the street When I walk through the door My purpose is to move up Pull tools You perpin Watch me overthrow the government In my turban Plot up and line up Solo mia Prayin' to proof I'm searchin for Jerry Garcia Talk to my brother Gone in the streets of the D I'm talkin' to K And hopin' niggas waitin on me Take the first shot then The second rounds on me And when the wars on the other side Me and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques My contracts signed just for scraps To get you wack nigga With a gun with a with a bat Take a slug through the lung Get you right what you rappin' nigga I'm born crazy raised in more fame It's the clappin' down bang It's for entertainment I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Nigga cry now Young stack he the gat On tuck Want war I don't give a fuck Shot till you kiss And pucker up It'll lift em up Believe me you'll flow Duracell is your family heart broke Lookin' like an artichoke Vegetable Ho's stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down My goon stick niggas Turn soldiers to stick figures Hand on triggers Real life born killers We roll out like four wheelers God sent us From backstabbers and gold diggers Tipsy off brown liquor Watch me Obnoxious Broad call me cocky Poppin' long dick Stabbed it out the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey From the benz to the range to the black joloppy I'm the shit The only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize a plan No man can stop me Ball all Stat quo Understand Ya copy I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Nigga cry now |
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In my mind I'm a fighter my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid my flow sparks it right up An arsenic writer author with arthritis Carpal tunnel Marshall with start shit-itis Hardheaded and hotheaded Bullheaded and pigheaded Dick-headed a prick a big headache I'm sick quick-witted for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So quick this dynamite stick Bury the wick its gonna explode Any minute some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I'll quit so Stop dwelling, I am not failing You fuckers are not ready Cause I got jelly like Beyonce's pot belly This is destiny yes money I'm off runnning so get off of me I'm not slowing or softening No apologies naw suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me ya''ll could be the cause of me No apologies y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse from me like there was no recourse for me No apologies I'm not even acknowledging You at all till I get a call that God's coming No apologies laugh fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while your standing across from me No apologies My head hits the pillow a weepin' willow I can't sleep a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep sayin' it I cant stress it enough So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation While I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' Fuck yeah I'm a basketcase and I Master this rap shit til' my ass gets wasted Til' my assassination til' I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation 44 mag a fascination a taste for disaster And if thats the case then No apologies naw suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me ya''ll could be the cause of me No apologies y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse from me like there was no recourse for me No apologies I'm not even acknowledging You at all till I get a call that God's coming No apologies laugh fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while your standing across from me No apologies This song isn't for you it's for me A true MC It's what I do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed that's a Real MC got you feelin' me Whether willing or unwillingly you still agree As long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect the longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding soaked and self loathing and morning So I’m warning you don’t coax me its silly I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed don't be Fooled the press blows up this whole thing It's stupid they don't know cause they don't see That I'm wounded all they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did Thats why I tuned it out I'm sick of dukin' And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin' And you too you can Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G my hearts frozen, it don't even beat So expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G my hearts frozen it don't even beat So expect no apologies |
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