Shady Records Mob Squad - Eminem
Eminem:
S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...
'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins.
Chorus:
N_ggas know what i'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cuz i don't have to
You can run your own mouth, i don't care
If you get too close i'm gon' clap you
it's too real out here, to be scared
A real n_gga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
it aint considered a crim unless they catch you
We all die 1 day...
Obie Trice:
N_ggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look
Like you muthaf_ckas got Obie Trice shook
Like i'ma stand here as a man
and let some queer-ass funny lookin n_gga get the upper hand
I got issues... got no time
Got guns than more n_ggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy n_ggas rides
Everybody runnin' for they muthaf_ckin lives
Tough Club n_ggas? we leave early
Cock back shirley, open up ya fade
your gray brain needs motor city paid
Your nervous system still twitch on days; these
ho's and animals ?'s get merked
don't ever let a n_gga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a n_gga tell you 'play the ball hard'
Trust in God cuz you's about to have a bullet scar
I give a f_ck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 that'll lite n_ggas up
and this .45 high make me not give a f_ck
Chorus:
Lloyd Banks:
But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make ya ass bet
My words touch n_ggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next n_gga gun
if thats the case, then get a bigger one
You dont think i pack the 'bump' cuz i'm out the hood
that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump
i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them
I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train
I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane
ssh, be easy on my name
cuz i aint goin bank n forth
your boss and ya captains's soft
Chorus:
Eminem:
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gon' get it
Man when we gon' hit 'em
chew 'em up and spit 'em out
<spit> too much venom
and if you roll wit em
we gon' f_ck you up wit 'em
i got too much momentum
movin in my direction to lose
my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it when we do how we do it
and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move
like assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, disaster comes
faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, f_ck your little b_tch as up
We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though
drag the little body on f_ck like kim osario's
little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source coovers like f_ckin Cyrpress Hill
then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke
enough second hand to make my f_ckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. you're f_ckin wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?
i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got sh_t on me
when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-
le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her
legs
you ever had your cap peeled back? or your sh_t pushed in?
I'll put my blade in you like a f_ckin pin cushin
slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll show you how to f_ckin kill a man like Sin-dog
Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party
for easter, please come
50 Cent:
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gon' get it
your name up over him, chew him up
and spit him out <spit noise>
too much venom
and if you roll wit' him we gon' f_ck you up wit' him
you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest
fear me like you fear God cuz i bring death
silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle
i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down
i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin' to buy guns from the n_gga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new
you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'
when i raise my knife, sh_t i'm finna cut somethin
they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)
if the b_tch think i love her, well then the b_tch don't know me
haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)
Eminem:
S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...
'Yeah! Yeah! Shots to Soul Assasins! DJ MUGZ... Alchemist...
Chorus:
N_ggas know what i'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cuz i don't have to
You can run your own mouth, i don't care
If you get too close i'm gon' clap you
it's too real out here, to be scared
A real n_gga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
it aint considered a crim unless they catch you
We all die 1 day...
Obie Trice:
N_ggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look
Like you muthaf_ckas got Obie Trice shook
Like i'ma stand here as a man
and let some queer-ass funny lookin n_gga get the upper hand
I got issues... got no time
Got guns than more n_ggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy n_ggas rides
Everybody runnin' for they muthaf_ckin lives
Tough Club n_ggas? we leave early
Cock back shirley, open up ya fade
your gray brain needs motor city paid
Your nervous system still twitch on days; these
ho's and animals ?'s get merked
don't ever let a n_gga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a n_gga tell you 'play the ball hard'
Trust in God cuz you's about to have a bullet scar
I give a f_ck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 that'll lite n_ggas up
and this .45 high make me not give a f_ck
Chorus:
Lloyd Banks:
But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make ya ass bet
My words touch n_ggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next n_gga gun
if thats the case, then get a bigger one
You dont think i pack the 'bump' cuz i'm out the hood
that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump
i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them
I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train
I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane
ssh, be easy on my name
cuz i aint goin bank n forth
your boss and ya captains's soft
Chorus:
Eminem:
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gon' get it
Man when we gon' hit 'em
chew 'em up and spit 'em out
<spit> too much venom
and if you roll wit em
we gon' f_ck you up wit 'em
i got too much momentum
movin in my direction to lose
my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it when we do how we do it
and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move
like assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, disaster comes
faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, f_ck your little b_tch as up
We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though
drag the little body on f_ck like kim osario's
little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source coovers like f_ckin Cyrpress Hill
then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke
enough second hand to make my f_ckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. you're f_ckin wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?
i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got sh_t on me
when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-
le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her
legs
you ever had your cap peeled back? or your sh_t pushed in?
I'll put my blade in you like a f_ckin pin cushin
slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll show you how to f_ckin kill a man like Sin-dog
Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party
for easter, please come
50 Cent:
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gon' get it
your name up over him, chew him up
and spit him out <spit noise>
too much venom
and if you roll wit' him we gon' f_ck you up wit' him
you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest
fear me like you fear God cuz i bring death
silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle
i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down
i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin' to buy guns from the n_gga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new
you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'
when i raise my knife, sh_t i'm finna cut somethin
they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)
if the b_tch think i love her, well then the b_tch don't know me
haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)
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