Eminem Album

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

(feat. Stat Quo, Obie Trice, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his)

[Intro]

Shady, we're back

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

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, im 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 rad-i-o
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

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]

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..

[Eminem]

Shady, we're back

[Verse 3 - Stat Quo]

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

[Eminem]

Shady, we're back

[Verse 4 - Bobby Creek]

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 the epitome, 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

[Eminem]

Shady

[Verse 5 - Cashis]

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 Ca$his, 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

[Eminem]

Shady, we're back
Ha, I told you we was back
Ha ha ha

[Obie Trice (Eminem)]
(O trice common)
Yeah niggas got me
I'ma get em, it aint over

[Chorus - Obie Trice]
You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice
And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you
Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you
Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol

[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
I, solemnly swear on my daughters tears
The nigga that got em in the head, and feel it before the year ends
Hope you inconspicuous my friend
Cause once the word get back, your in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him
For try'in to murda whats been determined as the first solo African
And go platinum with an accident, happened that
But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that
My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time, exact now
Them nigga act wild
But when the mac come out, you niggas X out
Now I don't wanna hear X, Y , Z
im X'n out your whole entity for try'in to kill meFilthy mother fuckers I'll show you what real be
When these HTB‘s light up your kidneys
I'm so sincere, you seein it hurts this year
It's not a verse it's a curse from burse
And whats on your purse
And over hear, this is Obie here I'm clear
Niggers bewhere I'm commin at you with firearms an here
And your purpose on suprefinous, how can I be merciful
When mercamies is a mercenaries gold
Nigga I got paper, I'll have your urgently exposed
No emergencies bringin back ur souls
Slugs shatter your bone for pat pat me in the dome
Learn is powderin
We catch him at home, he rome
That when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
Another dirty mother fuckers gone, YEAH!

[Chorus - Obie Trice]
You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice
And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you
Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you
Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol

(Gun shot (screams in background))
Second rounds on me
Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda
Oh shit run
Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda

Intro (Bizarre):
Detroit, Motown
Hey, guess what
They gave us a soup bowl this year an you know what happened

Chorus:
Robbin, shootin', killin',
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin', killin',
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

Verse 1 (Bizarre):
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
(gunshots)
Shootin', blassin',
Hittin' the floor, $10,000 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

Chorus:

Robbin, shootin', killin'
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin', killin'
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

Verse 2 (Kuniva):
I stumble in the club blowed,
9mm cocked, somethins' tellin' me to stop,
Fuck it, i aint see the cops
*****'s 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' an i playin' by the rules

Chorus:
Robbin, shootin', killin'
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin', killin'
Murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

Outro (Eminem & 50 Cent):
S-s-s-s-s-shady
It's the Re-Up

Pussies
[More tired gunfire- scary!]
Fall in and get quoted yall
Yeah
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 family is a dream team

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
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

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 bulletproof
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 see
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

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
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
Glocks and things
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 peaces, greases
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

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
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

Everything is Shady's
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin' this
In the race to be legends
Cash
Tie die
I'm a Shady gangsta nigga

f/ 50 Cent

[Eminem]
(Beatboxing) Yeah, we should do something like that...

[Hook - 50 Cent]
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!

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
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 Dre-zy 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!
(50 Cent!)

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
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!

[Hook - 50 Cent] (Eminem)
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!)
Shady, Shady....

f/ 50 Cent, Cashis, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50] Yeah...

[Intro: 50 Cent]
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 sho
This flow is gon bring more dough
And you know but you actin like you don't know

[50 Cent]
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 you gonna have to get me off your ass
I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha)
It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash (let's go)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

[Eminem]
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 jus' 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Eminem]
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

[Cashis]
Pistol play ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding J.F.K
H.K. to your chest plate cave
I'll ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever ima 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

[Lloyd Banks]
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?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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?

[Tony Yayo]
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...

f/ 50 Cent

[50 Cent]
Maaaaan!
Let's go

[Eminem]
Hey yo Fif'

[50 Cent]
Yeah?

[Eminem]
Call 'em and tell 'em
It's time to hate us again
We're back

[50 Cent]
Haha

[Eminem]
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 co-sign 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

[Chorus]
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

[Eminem]
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

[Chorus]
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 f*ck we goin we're like no where

[50 Cent]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Eminem]
Haha

[50 Cent]
Yeah

[Eminem]
it's the Re-Up

[50 Cent]
Haha

[Eminem]
God I love it
You know you hate that laugh don't you
Haha
Keep doing it

[50 Cent]
Do it again

[Eminem]
What?

[50 Cent]
The laugh

[Eminem]
Oh
Haha

[50 Cent]
I like that
Haha

[Eminem]
Haha
You don't think they gonna think we're really crazy right?

(feat. Proof of D12)

[Intro-EMINEM]
Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you,
We just wanna keep makin you proud, heh...

[PROOF]
My life is trapped in these lines,
Thats why im packin these nines,
I got a rap i aint diein',
Thats in the back of my mind,
Got a strap made of iron,
Cant relax on this grind,
Bendin over backwards for these slackers
Til im snappin my spine,
Natural high...i gotta focus,
On these bogus pochers,
Lookin over my shoulder,
Proof get it poppin like show'd a hold up,

[EMINEM]
WE NOTHIN BUT SOLDIERS!!!
[PROOF]
SLOW UP!
[EMINEM]
THIS CAR 'N ITS LOADED!!!
[PROOF]
ROLL UP!
[EMINEM]
THEY BEEF 'N WE LEAVIN 'EM COKED UP!!!

[PROOF]
If Em say it i spray it,
If he will it i kill it,
We kilpatrick 'n ill it,
Yo detroit, know i can feel it,
Will at this gun on my waiste-line,
At war we dont waste time,
Blow up magic cant take a punch,
And fifty can take 9, (BLAOW!!),
We got schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and dexter,
Im up 'n holla spendin dollas aint feelin no pressure,
Yes suh', ya texta' is bitch...
Bet'chya ya flinch when proof shoot up they crew
And wet ya whole clique...

Mr. Porter & Swifty McVay (D-12)

[Intro: Eminem]
Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)
I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon!

[Swifty McVay]
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)
Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldn't prevent me from shittin on niggaz
Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man's face
so fast it'll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith 'n Wessons
just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)
Parental discretion, I'll send you a video
with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo' innocence
I'll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo' egg Bene-dick {AHH!}
Usin yo' balls to play tennis with (hah)
You'll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses

[Chorus 2X: Swifty McVay]
(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn't killin shit
(WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
(DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry

[Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter]
You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse, and you ain't got no balls
Come runnin with tec-9's whenever niggaz would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
I don't give a FUCK, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one
That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
situations you in, don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused
with us bein cool up here singin "My Band"
I'm sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
They'll do anything for a fuckin autograph
So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
I'll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That's what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back
Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress
I guess I'm just too fresh, to finish that line
Denaun's ain't next

[Chorus]

(Ca$his)

[Ca$his]
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Hit me up mayn!)

Bitch I'm from the {?}, yo' hood ain't no realer
You the pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer
I'm the killer that moved out of the block
And head back to the hood, when I'm movin my rock
You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes
Lle', in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
Shit - I could get rich off blows
My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose
What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers
I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna
I'd die for this, nigga you rhyme for this
Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this
That's why I'm convinced you fear, that I'm convicted
Until elevens in soaps, and some gangsta shit man
Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments
Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h

[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pussy niggaz always talkin that shit
What you flaggin, who you bangin with? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (I don't give a fuck)
Pussy niggaz talkin all that shit
What you flaggin in your bangin whip? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (cause I don't give a fuck)

[Ca$his]
Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast
We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat
Niggaz scream "Fuck me" he lucky, when I blast it
I left respect enough for an open casket
Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego
Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle
Folk of the century, rollin with peoples
The omen the sequel, the more they will see you
Close kin, molotov close to no skin
His momma pretends that she doesn't, know him
I'm the reason, for the whole "Say No" slogan
Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin
Got a brand new thing, with the scope in
Leave your family, with the wake for hostin
I'll collect enough snow, 'til my hands the Aspens
I'm the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his folk

[Chorus]

[Ca$his]
Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote
Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers, into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick not really paid
Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed
Full bricks of raw, nigga that's really weight
While my workers foldin, now that's really cake
Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate
I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin ape
Niggaz dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates
If you cuttin my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka
I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch
Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z
Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo'

[Chorus]

[Eminem - echoing]
Aiyyo Alchemist!
Let's play 'em some of that new Stat Quo shit man

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
That bein' the case
Let me tell you
Tell you bout by my side
By my side

The way I growed up
Showin' up
Chips on my shoulder
Knew about that cola
When I was in a stroller
Became a hauler
Choppin' them boulders
Gettin' older
Wantin' a rover
Duckin' them rollers
Meetin' quotas
Short and bipolar
Load up and cock it
I told ya
One move in the wrong direction
Ain't no flexin'
And it's over
You want a doge a g
But you ain't a soldier
Chopper afford
You ain't cobra commander
You bolzer
I'm the composer
Writer of murder
The order
Leakin' out of
Your body temperature is gettin' colder
But you sweatin' like a person who ain't sober
Realizin' your life is comin' quickly to a closure
Losin' composure
Out of breath like you underwater
20 seconds in the game
And it's the 4th quarter
Primetime dateline
The best exposure
Now you still on the news
And everybody knows ya
Yeah

By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
Juh juh juh yeah

Go on boy
Get yo vest
Protect your neck
Kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter
When I go and pull out my gun
Call me ignorant and young
Psycho sicko negro
They know that I just fuckin' be gone
Drivin' crazy halfway dumb
Don't stop even when the law come
Believe every word out my lung
I'm losin' it
Snappin' huh
This ain't just no rappin' huh
Back all the way
Back when you see that strap
Cause it go duh duh duh da da
Are you ready to die
Tell me why you choose to tempt me
Am I
Face have your body drop
Pack that five
Look at my eye
Have your spirit below me
I'm floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire
Lookin' like an umpire
Toss you in the trash
Like a bullshit album fly
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
Juh juh juh yeah

The murder capitol moment
Yeah it's thrilla
Put four in ya head
Have you floatin' off in a river
It's cold you shook
We crooks
Your body'll quiver
These rappers are tough
But really they softer than pillows
Or chinchilla
Get filled up
For realla
They turn into serial assassins for some scrilla
Not me cause see I mean him yes this nigga
Stays true to what I do
Cause I keeps it realla
Be for real
Have you ever ever pulled a trigger
It's serious business
Yall
There's nothin' that's more illa
No discrimination
You can be chocolate or vanilla
Can find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killa

By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
By my side
To all them niggas tryin' to get me
It's by my side
I'm takin' some of yall with me
It's by my side
I'm makin' sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
Juh juh juh yeah

[Gunshot]
Eminem: "It's the re-up" (He sounds a little like
Everlast trying to sing the blues- In other
Words, Fozzy the bear)

[Obie Trice]

We run this shit, fo-five on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady....

[ Cashis ]

Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records
The dream team...

[ Verse 1 ] [ Cashis ]

Sittin' in the back of the, all gray Accura
Gun to the passenger, for acting tough
Scatter wheel in the passin, Harder than assasin
Plus I'm on the draw-down, quick as fuck,
Last move 'fore I give all street shit up
Put a nigga in the ground, face down, feet up
This nigga here tried to cuff me for my Re-Up
When I went to his crib he called police up
Now you on your way to being pimp paplega
For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us'
Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus
Can move a square mile by blocks 'till I'm creamed up
Take the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use it
As ammunition on the niggas that hit, fam
I got to war on the regular, man
Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man
Force rap, I don't see no competitors, and
You see things like me, when my metal run hand
I'm a state case boy with a federal plan
And huntin' them beats, beatin' the shit out skinheads
I'm the spirit of a G, bringin' lyrics to the street
I'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beat
Slumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heat
Basically, you niggas can't fuck with me

[ Chorus ] [ Cashis ]

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip,
'Bout to ride for Shady
Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't real
Y'all niggas ain't crazy
Bring it on if you want, you don't know the homicides
That I've done lately
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip
'Bout to ride for Shady

[ Verse 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Yeah, Trice is back on the Alchy track
With Cashis, capitalising on this mic, in fact
We fuckin' with the captain of rap, my nigga with the Nike cap
Keep the cottonoid in quite exact
So I'm luring you cats into the second class act
Where maturing's the number uno asset, as yet
Who's the pastor, driver, O. Trice
The flow to die for and death blow survive
I echo through your external vibe
With internal experiences I've acquired
I'm probably the most honest Hip-Hopper alive
A victim, depicting images from my own eyes
Never livin' through holmes, why
Homie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guy
It's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow by
This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie
(nigga!)

[ Chorus ] [ Obie Trice ]

[ Chorus ] [ Cashis ]

(Bobby Creekwater)

[Intro: Bobby Creekwater]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this shit every year around this time)
Today's what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen man (fuck what you write man, just go get 'em)

[Verse One]
An executive mindframe, fuck tryin to rap
Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map
Artesian water, this is flow untapped
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them
We +Run the City+ like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance
Put you niggaz in the special olympics is no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams
Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands!
See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut
Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up
I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up
This is ammonia, fuck your face up
Bitches won't even telephone ya
I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya
Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig
Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a nigga got rich
Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch
I just wanna fuck with me a high class bitch
Nigga pitch that on some eyeglass shit
See I classic, enough to get the mics back right
And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it

[Chorus]
Oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he?
Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he?
Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...

[Verse Two]
Yea, yeah
Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights
Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right
I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out
I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried
Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I
Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler
than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the shit that I am used to
Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now I put the word out - I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout
Young boss sold money, old school new paint
Ball knowin you can't, give a fuck what you think
Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't
Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the bitch throwin at him
Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him
like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance
My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me nigga
And don't shit-talk pimp, I'd rather flush
anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes
And you niggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the fuck? (yeah)

[Chorus]

(Stat Quo)

[Stat Quo]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Stat Quo, Alchemist, YEA!

Direct respect, due to stress I almost lost my life
My baby momma so much drama I gotta pay that price
I'm a trip, I hate hoes on one hand
The other hand I want me a wife
Cop the Jag then lace her with ice
Leave the mall with bags, yeah right!
Skeet on that freak then dip the same night
Fly a kite bitch, booty colder than a ice pick
Fuck you and your best friend, I'm quite sick
Plus it's my third leg make 'em throw fits
I don't trust 'em nor love her - that's some bullshit!
Ol' girl pregnant, now she's headed
to the delivery room to have yo' baby
Dawg, that's your lady - muh'fucker you crazy!
Fuck that broad, she's shady
Aftermath bitch I'm sway-zy
How is latex lazy, that pussy had my vision hazy
But Zaire's here, my only son and baby
I mean Zaire's here, my only son and baby

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I lost a whole lotta dollars, a whole lotta friends
Who can I trust in the end?
As the, love keeps spinnin, we all keep sinnin
All cause we tryin to win (all cause we tryin to win)

[Stat Quo]
I don't roll with a whole lot of niggaz
The mo' niggaz you roll with, the mo' niggaz wanna KILL YA
Thought they was your la familia
Now you're tied up blindfolded, and death is near ya
Fucked in the game and act like dames
Over fame just watch the change, change
Muh'fuckers so quick to blame
All the beef fly like planes, make it sayin the same
Look what +Ca$h Money+ did to B.G., Juvenile and Wayne
The root of evil with much disdain
Of course they go against the grain
to maintain, tryin to obtain big thangs
Jealousy and hunger make the tec go {*boom*}
Now you on the flo', blood leakin out your brain
Mannn, that's the way it is
That's how it be, that's how we live
Watch your back, cause these kids
tote ammo and they'll split your wig

[Chorus] – 2X w/ ad libs

{*music fades*}
[Eminem] Shady Narcotics
[50 Cent] Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Shady!

Convict
Up front

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

Shortie if you wanna ride
You can ride on me
You can bump heads
And collide on me
Want beef damn right
Can rely on me
To ring the campbell like Naiomi
Just do that girl
And take it on easy
Take it all oiled up
And all greasy
Bout that time
You start that teasin'
Way that you droppin'
Got me cheesin'
But for me you takin' all my money for real
I'd rather spend it on you right now
Than my homies bail
And I can see that's what you made for
And ain't never been no lame ho
But that booty bought and paid for
One move to my payroll

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

[Stat quo]
I love when you do it girl
Move to it like you used to it
Drop it low
I wanna put my thing to it
To the crib we go
Go fast and slow
Make it turn like a slipper
Slide down my pole
Shortie ass so slow
Got you boiled like woe
One night with me
She wanna marry Stat quo
But I'm like no
Let's keep it on the low
On occasion let me come through
And tap that hole
Make it lose control
All the girls know
That I hit it right at night
I'm a pro
I only come round to get sexual
And she flexible
And I'm sexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if only if she can blow my mind
I can hurt that murk that work that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine
Stat quo

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

[Bobby Creek]
Bobby creek
The ice in the watch
Reflects the light to her
The money quite green
And the ice like blue
The swag might kill her
So I say goodnight to her
She don't want me to leave
I can see right through her
So we dip out
Burn one trip back
Get low like Carribean
Limbo then go
Out like light
Babygirl get right
Head so slow my hat don't fit right
We cruise in the car
Or we could take flight
The middle of the night
Make your body ache like
Mike vick against the eagles
Call myself a king
Cause I'm regal
To be this hot is not legal
But we don't care
Listen baby it's a fact
That
If you drop back
I'ma quarterback sack that
We can go deep
And I can shark attack that
Say you don't remember where the keys
And your hat at?

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'till you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

I sense someones tapping into my phones why do...
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon...
The F.B.I 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...

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

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

Re-up style

[Eminem]
It's the re-up

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

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

[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

[Intro- talking]
Shady, Aftermath
BTOV

There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she's grindin that pole
I think I'm losing control
Bobby Creek

[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

[Nate Dogg]
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

[Nate Dogg- Chorus]
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

[Eminem]
Obie Trice!

[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

[Nate Dogg- Chorus]
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

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
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
Nigga cry now
Obie they gotta fuck with us this time nigga
Bobby Creek
Nigga

Laugh 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
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
Nigga cry now

[Eminem]
It's the re-up!

In my mind I'm a fighter, my hearts a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter
But arsenic writer, often with arth-er-itis
Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shit-itis
Hard-headed and hot-headed
Bull-headed and pig-headed
Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick with it for every lyric spit it
There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this dynamite stick, bury the wick
Its gonna ex-plode any minute, someone will tick
Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling ill quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready
Cuz I got jelly, like (jizzin?) on your pot belly
This is destiny, yes money
I'm off running, so get off of me
I'm not slowing the softening

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
You can all sue me; y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse (nah) for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
Till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers, its all funny
I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me
No apologies

My head hits the pillow, a weeping 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 saying it, I can't stress it enough
So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like affixation
When I'm strangling my own throat masturbating
Fuck yeah I'm a basket case
And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets wasted
Till my assassination, till I'm slain cuz of some fags infatuation
.44 Mag's fascination a taste for disaster and if that's the case then

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
You can all sue me; y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feeling the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse (nah) for me
No apologies, 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 you're 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 feeling me
Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree
As long as there's still this hunger, and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't had this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing
And mourning so I'm warning you don't coax me
It's silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed don't we
Fool, the press blows up this whole thing
It's stupid, they don't know cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did
That's why I tuned it OUT I'm sick of duking
They can suck my dick while I'm puking, 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