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Fuck Off Lyrics A shimmy shimmy go go motherfucking pop, bitch Its the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit Im on top bitch and rock for tricks Harley whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been getting laid and paid thats why I never complain If I aint in it for the money Im in it for the P Its 1998 yo and you still cant fuck with me You dont be fucking with the blue eye Fucking with my 2-5 up your fucking ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and well do what we want to Were fucking up your city and were fucking up your program Fucking all your bitches we can fucking give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We wont quit until were banned from existence Persistence pays if that holds true Then Im gonna buy this fucking planet before the time Im through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakings So let me get what I got coming and the rest Im taking Im shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfuckers brand new at this shit But Ive been true to this shit giving my heart and soul Been shining like a diamond but getting passed as coal So fuck off Yeah With my pants half hanging off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom tripping sipping shots of Jack Cause the kids dont listen getting lots of flak I be the do wah diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cocking The K the I the D R-O-C-K motherfucker and you still dont know me So blow me bitch I dont rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Dont have no answers so pass the joint Im just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Senna in the Indy 5 And get live with that which gets me high Strive for perfection, this much is true We do what we say, you say what we do Kid Rock, I couldnt be no Bozo And I get too much P to ever be no homo I rock from SoHo to Arizona Im an easy rider dreaming of Winona I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust Im not Peter Pan I dont fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Caray couldnt call my game Fucked so many hoes Im in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I dont mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck off Yeah, right in your mother fucking ass, bitch With that Detroit city shit aint shit swift were on the same script Nothing new since 76, Kid Rock Yo, Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off Yo! Tell the world to hold their breath, theyre breathin the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs, loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers Who hate the world just as much as each other And I aint leavin this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touchin each other Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms Cause Im fuckin the first one up So when you see me on your block, you better lock your cars Cause you know Im losin it when Im rappin to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fools and every single teenager that hates school! Fuck off!8Embed

8 Mile: Marv Won vs B-Rabbit Lyrics Yo, yo, yall ready for death? Yall ready for death? Marv Won, the Fat Killer The game done got ugly, lets go, yo, yo I seen your type before, you think youre tough Battle you? Bitch, you lucky I dont beat you up In a game of fisticuffs, Ill push your face back You cant fuck with me, man, really, just face facts Its him versus me in a battle of ten rounds Its like Muggsy Bogues tryin to fuck with Jim Brown Dumb fuck, Im the type to run amok Come in the club drunk as fuck Slap your bitch so we can buck One hook... type of a man the size of Dan Dierdorf Tryin to take his ear off, like Mike Tys Im quite nice on fight nights And why he poppin shit? Man, I thought he liked life Apparently not, Im incoherently hot And if I miss you then your parents get shot Yo, Im a bad boy, bitch, its on Ill put 44s on your chest like youre Rick Mahorn Hold on, faggot, let me turn this mic on Dont think for a minute Ima let you Get away with that song Cause that shit was wack, you aint spittin As a matter of fact, all of that shit was written And I know it wasnt for me Surely, you really must adore me Now, look it… yo, you might as well move to Italy Look, this guys ripped...skkkrr – literally You dont wanna really fuck with this On this microphone, Im not Snuffleupagus But I dont give a fuck, you can keep that dull rap And turn your ass back around with your fuckin skullcap And your bandana or your motherfuckin sweatband Fuckin with this style, youre a dead man I aint Redman, but on this mic, yo, I pick it up Just like your face when I had to rip it up You dont wanna see me, yo, uh2Embed

Welcome to D-Block Lyrics This is my livelihood That you fuckin with! A-ha! This is it right here, baby! No more hating in the world You know , its gon be what its gon be Ruff Ryders! Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun dont shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town thats similar to this too They say every citys got a ghetto, every ghettos got a hood Take a good look around you cause theres a D-Block near you Place where aint nobody that proud, its a fucking black cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Working around though cause if you can pull a trigger on the pound, yo Five minutes flat, the whole town know Lotta assuming a niggas salary More lies than truth, definitely more rumors than reality Only way you beating a bodys technicality Other than that catch em in Clinton on the gallery The determination and dedication and discipline Listening, catching the jewels that you was missing And they still doing coward shit You know the hate is gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it Something in the air but the older they get They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick We dont play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say em exquisite Anytime you can pay us a visit Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun dont shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town thats similar to this too They say every citys got a ghetto, every ghettos got a hood Take a good look around you cause theres a D-Block near you Welcome to D-Block, the mighty, mighty D-Block The place in New York City where Diddy wont even walk Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers I wouldnt be caught Without two pistols on me thatll be cocked in each pocket D-Block dont even stop to talk, you just keep walking Stick up kids every block who watch for every opportunity As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you wont even notice your mind will be so Preoccupied with that new watch you just copped You wont even see that ride pulling up alongside you Youll be shot fore you even realize you were spied on for three blocks D-Block the place where O.G.s get knocked, locked up Get out, come home for a week and get re-knocked You wont even see cops, hip-hop police dont even stop On D-Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you can get popped over the new G-Unit Reeboks Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun dont shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town thats similar to this too They say every citys got a ghetto, every ghettos got a hood Take a good look around you cause theres a D-Block near you If you bust and your gun got niggas on the run And you rep where you from, nigga, you D-Block! And you trying to come up and your pockets is light as a cup And dont give a fuck, you D-Block! Ayo, bang-bang nigga, lets get it on Always been a monster, but its worse now that my sons been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free Its D-Block, motherfucker; ayo, grab this, P! Welcome to D-Block, a place where little niggas is killas And the mothers raising the sons to turn into gorillas And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail My niggas shoot anything thatll move Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon Id die the way I stand, with my man if I can, when the shells come This is D-Block, yall welcome! Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun dont shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town thats similar to this too They say every citys got a ghetto, every ghettos got a hood Take a good look around you cause theres a D-Block near you Ruff Ryders!11Embed

On Fire Lyrics New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit! We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this Nah, I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair Yeah, Im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals Im only 21, sitting on mills We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire If you know anything about me, then you know Im a baller If I dont hit the first night, I aint gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I cant blame her for what her momma taught her And I dont care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I aint sparing a quarter< So cut the games ma, lets go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I aint bias when Im riding through the town Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown She gotta be able to come when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire9Embed

Em360 Rapcity Backroom Freestyle Lyrics Yea Yall know what it is Rap City presents Em360 Slaughterhouse, Eminem, Big Tigg, Just Blaze! On the 1s and 2s, oh-oh Yo Tigg, get in the not booth And spit the truth, to the young youth Aight, ay, Amex dont leave home without your cards But this Hip Hop, so dont leave home without your bars And for some of these rap stars, thats just too bad Cause you cant bring out them bars, that you aint never had Its Eminem and Slaughterhouse, yeah you know we the truth And ohh the game is out of order, since we closed the booth Yes indeed original, beats the replacement cause The back room will never be what the basement was Im the realest mofucker that I know Wasnt always the case guess the figure had to grow I do it for the love I dont do it for the dough But I know these sucker figures will so they keep me on my toes Whats sad is I couldnt tell you what Im hated for And them painkillers didnt murder the pain they gave me more These fans on my head now they say they want the old Joe I grew up mature yall cant see that this the old Joe Want to see me lose every battle of depression No matter what it do to me, no matter my regression They want to see me fall, want to ruin my regiment from the start Want to cut the beat off soon as I let em in my heart Id be the first to admit it, lost focus for a while Sendin unsolicited dick pics to dimwitted thick chicks Was so high I lost track of my ways Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age The way she act and behave, was it an act or a phase How you trife when I gave you life You was lacking in wage You dont want say hi or speak to me Bet you makin 200 dollars by weekly Try to help the world out, bring some reparation And forget being humble in a state of desperation Aint gotta ask what to help with no hesitation And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation I love you but its best we stay apart, segregation And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication Trust me I dont never want to see that side of Joe It would kill us all slow, one reason Im the realest mother-mother I know Its Nickle, riding round in that Maserati four seat Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Starks goatee Best rapper alive and you know me The most distinguished shooter thats coming up out of the D since Joe D I take mines at lead point At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove in a razor inside a fed joint Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died Only fear I have is world star being yelled from my blind side Dont get me wrong it aint like I aint never lost a fight But these days Im more like a lyrical artiste Im outlining everybody in chalk white The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse This aint blueprint, your idolizing You tryna jump fast thats foolish of you in my drunk past and handing me my pilots license Thats plain stupid, your boys a star Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar Its ironic I remember when I couldnt afford a car And now its back and forth The black one or white one I call em Macklemore And Lord Jamar, first we defyin the odds We not a group, we more like a circular firing squad This not a booth, this is our house and we wont stop We killed the cypher two times already What you gon give us an award But we wont stop for shutting down the internet Now tell ya momma hi, and tell Rihanna we aint finished yet When we step in that booth, thats when the flame enters Best spit, make any set trip, yeah its the gang members Waving that shady flag, navy jag Matching the yank fit, with the polo brief showing, due to the lazy sag Im in a crazy kind of place I got this thing right on my waist thatll leave tears on your baby mommas face So chill, Im in a crazy kind of place, I got this thing below my waist Thatll leave kids on your baby mommas face, for real The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules Your cap just started snapping My starter caps was snapping When cross color was cracking And my cane was half full With the half moon park, hope you rap dudes smart Dont piss me off like the bathroom mop You dont want it with me If Im throwing hooks at you, that dont mean the chorus for free So save your jabs its way better If I start throwing jabs Im talking Zabs first three round against Mayweather Yeah Im a crook from the brook, that mastered how niggas shook turned notebook Broke cook, Im so dope look Bring the beat back with no hook just bars Just a thing of ours that make their pants drop, make em open up their bras Move g-strings like guitars, thats nothing, thats something light Like Riesling at the bar Y-A-O-W-A, if yall aint saying Yaowa by now you got nothing to say This like NWO vs NWA, yall like the rockers versus the ROC Full of nothing but Jays Check the rocks its nothing fugaz But dont get stupid my Cooper clique will throw shots for a couple of days Make it horny when we out, Amityville horror, yall dont want it with the house Slaughter season, yall the reason Real dudes Im bringing some more in Like a Polynesian Sick with the llama squeezing Bullets flew and the chopper sneezing Got your body and legs torn, but before you was airborne You was bob and weaving still getting hit till your nos is weezing They set you deep in your coffin sleeping Im gone off the deep end, Im a wolf, this industry my sheep skin Im out here hunting with my ink pen Im living like a kingpin Doing it for my gs in the pen Dreaming about two-piecing a police chiefs chin You rappers something candy coated, I dont like suckers Im Iron Mike, I dont like Busters You looking for em fly dudes like Orville and Wilbur You got the Wright brothers No bright jeans, no bright colors Im the second coming, the one that Pac predicted Islamic, Gnostic and Christian, the flow so godly you got to listen I backed you in a dodge a minute Like MC Eiht in a L.A. hat, these rappers straight tryna dodge a menace Im looking at your videos, look like your watching tennis Brothers dressed like Maria Sharapova wearing yoga pants Meanwhile Big Poppa was rocking linens I guess that eras over man, hold on Im splitting atoms when the scientific spitting is getting at em I give em different patterns, they didnt fathom, they stealing my styles Before me you didnt have em You rappers made in my image like when God was inventing Adam Stab em in the abdomen when its crunch time I truly flip like Mayweather pissed of at a movie script Too many punchlines Family Im amongst mine I keep the peace like a monks mind .357 fade your favorite barber Leave you in an old bush like an unshaven Barbara Dont stop what we doing When you see L.A. your team will be ruined This game need a new villain, Im the kind to murder you on vine, ooh kill em Ladies and gentlemen Now introducing the man, the myth, the legend Mister Marshall Mathers AKA Slim Shady Ayo, can we cut this beat off? I might need to do this acapella, yo Role model? Ill roll a model down a hill over broke bottles of Coke products If she dont swallow, and tie her to the bumper, hit the throttle While Im tryna hit the potholes, Ill freaking take Madonna to McDonalds Any holl end up horizontal gettin fondled, I dont cuddle, I dont coddle Only motto that I follows everything I drive, whether its a Navajo or a Tahoe Its got a ho in it Nah, ho, I dont got no freaking bronco You looking for a buck, get a horse, fuck Tonto I got a rusty Hondo with some bondo And a box of condoms, little blond ho Fuck me? Fuck you too, like Im at Bonnaroo booing Bono And I aint from this planet so nanu, nana, nanu Im intolerable, too volatile, screw it I dont gotta make the honor roll to be on a roll I dont know much, what I do know I do it pronto though So knock it off, all these knock-off-mes, The last thing the world needs is another me But if you think this is part two to Recovery Or Love the Way You Lie part twelve Or something heart felt, you bout to make a discovery Like you found Christopher Columbus compass Aint dumbing shit down for you dumb motherfuckers, so suck it I took your best punchline like a punch in the stomach That punctured a lung, punk, and Im still functioning from it Chump It was nothing Now watch while I fuckin one up it and toot my own horn Once I think of something to trump it And I dont need a fucking instrument to sound off Like the trunk of an elephant; the triumphant Return of the ether spitting retard, reborn But chances of you having another re-birth, slim to none Like a skinny Mother Teresa, give a fuck if its Easter, so kiss my keister Cause thats the only thing Ill turn the other cheek for10Embed

Everything I Love the Most Lyrics Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me? They don’t want me to lie but, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! Yeah! Problematic, I’m so problematic That I’m probably a problem addict Pop an aspirin cause my head is hurtin Hotel bedroom, missin curtains Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed In fact it looks like I got into a wrestlin match Empty bottle of Jack, I could tell I did that I could smell it in fact, its like death and ass Think for a minute if I look over and look To my left is an opened book, a Bible To my right is a guilty conscience and her name is Brooke, my rival At least I think her name was Brooke She’s asleep, and I’m givin her the lamest look Move her hair back so that I could see your face Cause it was dark and I met her at the game it took About 5 minutes to get her inside the whip Another 5 minutes to get up inside the lips Never try really man, I really tried to slip, out But it was just thighs and hips OK, I was high, shit On alchohol and the Yelawolf ego trip Leave her lying in bed cause I don’t need no kiss And it’s the walk of shame again! Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me? They don’t want me to lie but, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! Smokin’ hot, throw it up Keep a fifth off in my cup Trying not to be a simp But every time I take a sip I think I’m gonna fall in lust Im back and forth like Im packing a truck In a house that never runs out of boxes Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes And a fresh fit, I’ll end up sockless By the end of the night, flip flopping I’ll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let’s get it crockin’ That mini skirt makes any man a flirt Manicures, animal furs and a purse What could a little bit of smoke and Henny hurt? You make any jerk make a penny work Sinister with sin in her She can leave a devil sitting in the church On another level, not in the earth Jessica Alba had twins at birth Trippin sure, piles of E, ménage-a-trois, piles of three Waking up again, not proud of me Yeah, Im a lousy fiend Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me? They don’t want me to lie but, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me? They don’t want me to lie but, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me!10Embed

Words Are Weapons Lyrics My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record The rage I release on a page Is like a demon unleashin a caged Lunatic as soon as I hit the stage My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite Once I get behind the mic Its like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight My 9 is like a guidin light at night: shinin bright My fuckin grip is tighter than my wifes vagina These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson I guess its time to pick a different weapon Man, the shits depressin But Swift is gettin me a new one for a Christmas present Come on, Slim, lets go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson! They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage Shady, stay creative, baby Hold your head up, dont you let up One bit on these motherfuckin suckers Youre a soldier, get up! Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathin They jealous of you, man, thats the only reason they beefin My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record Its that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38s will move your shit up out the way You niggas wont forget about McVay You got somethin to say? Let it out today, or watch these bullets spray From these 10 black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters Thatll make Jeff Dahmer look like he caught a misdemeanor See, Im Dirty, so I aint gotta buy a pistol cleaner An official beater, dont let me see you with yo heater You gets whipped with it Tell them motherfuckers Swift did it You packin somethin special in your crib, then bitch, get it! Im physically fitted to run yo digits, Im hostile With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils You get splitted, and guess what: Im blowin up the hospital And wouldnt give a fuck if you a cop or a ho Im Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Findin whores to lock em up in motels to inject em My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record Im eatin crews like Im Hannibal Theres no way I can be the gay rapper I only fuck animals Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch Went to my mothers grave site, called her a stupid bitch One on one in this bloodsport Im in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports Six times I been arrested How would you feel, if you was a Jehovah witness That always got molested? Im smokin dank, drinkin drank I cant have any kids cause Im fuckin shootin blanks Dont you know Bizarre dont give a fuck?! Nicoles a whore, Im glad O.J. murdered the slut Responsibility – Im negligent Bill Clintons a fag, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre While I stick it up yo ass while you shittin diarrhea My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record My words are weapons I use em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use em to kill whoevers steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record Yo-13Embed

Grew Up A Screw Up Lyrics I grew up a fucking screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers thats a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I aint took a breath yet Lets go! Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, Wake up and kick out! Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little niggas out of control Put a little bit of rum in my bottle Ill dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now Im grown with more range than a Texan And Im a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion Ayyyy Yall already know what it is Imma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a zip, shit I made it a bird Thats seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimping all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAH, five bricks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob thatll Disturb your Peace Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head Whats up? Imma be all the way real with this, look When I came into the game they aint do nothing but doubt me Now the whole games changed and it aint nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeyes and Blimpies From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your Women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars Its not the hand that youre dealt but how youre playing your cards Boy! 3Embed

Die Lyrics Alright, look. I seen these guys backstage. Ima say it right now: There isnt a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric, can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a motherfucking fact. I know it cause Im from the West Coast and I was there when Crooked I first came on the scene. When Joell Ortiz first came on the scene. When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricists in the game, when Royce Da 59 first came on the scene! Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse! Everything you been asking for, yes, Im about to give it to ya You aint gotta worry no more, cause Im about to put one through ya I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter Soon as I pull my gun I know that someones gonna Die, die, die, die Someones gonna die-ei-ei-ei Tonight Nigga, this that shooter music, Im about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt and my dick just might go up Nigga, that nostril on that riflell knock the snot right out you Try me and I try out ya The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha But there aint no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry And if hes iron, he will have him a easier time trying To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry Then he go against this god damn G4 buying, Detroit lion Im about that life so much I might go golf Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of like when I go off Homicidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time its dark Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part I dont give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day or Letterman Fallon When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin like Bootsy Collins Everything you been asking for, yes, Im about to give it to ya You aint gotta worry no more, cause Im about to put one through ya I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter Soon as I pull my gun I know that someones gonna Die, die, die, die Someones gonna die-ei-ei-ei Tonight They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led To other dominos fallin in his clique, off with their heads, sick Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said Theyll all be dead soon, and Im talking before that nurse can change the IV Ima put em in the dirt, leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea My G, kill him and take his ID Im a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and J-A-Y-Z Bitch its karate, its Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake Smell that chopper kicking when its lifting ya body Quick as Bugattis, then Im hitting the Omni With a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, Im Bobby Fast laner Im speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe Ima wet your head like a leak in the roof Then Im leaving the booth for gas chamber My granny calling me a rap singer But she dont know I use my strap finger Everything you been asking for, yes, Im about to give it to ya You aint gotta worry no more, cause Im about to put one through ya I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter Soon as I pull my gun I know that someones gonna Die, die, die, die Someones gonna die-ei-ei-ei Tonight Look, this a whole nother Ether Hop out, black mask, low Caesar Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer New bodies on old heaters We aint rapped too tight Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite Im detail, not derail Dont lay your head if you shit by it Got skeletons, but my shit private I paved the way, yall misguided So try it, Ima send a threat Tie her up dont end her yet Bullet go through your wifes eye now we know you aint on the internet In my head I see amateurs, cant retain a memory All Im left with is images With that Im putting emphasis And in parentheses Put hes hated by large percentages And all my nemesis wont even let em on the premises One shot, change him for life, hell be belligerent Even his text messages are gonna read like hes whispering Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin Then go to war with the cops, even they arent pardoned Everything you been asking for, yes, Im about to give it to ya You aint gotta worry no more, cause Im about to put one through ya I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter Soon as I pull my gun I know that someones gonna Die, die, die, die Someones gonna die-ei-ei-ei Tonight2Embed

Desperados Lyrics Yo, ayo, turn the heads up and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, yknahmsayin? Super MC, yknahmean? Bugz, Dirty and all that All that shit, yknahmsayin? Desperados with the cars — Eminem! Chauvinist pig, drove in this big Lincoln Til it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and a fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids Ima go for your mids, heres a body blow for your ribs While youre clutchin your stomach And bleedin all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib, then Ima have both of you did Burning incense, facin a murder sentence Under intense investigation for killin infants While I sit in padded rooms, doin shrooms Havin visions of dead pregnant women With brooms jabbed in they wombs Slit your carpet and rugs and fuck your apartment up Stickin up Arbor Drugs, and jumpin in garbage trucks Im from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer layin up against the dumpster With a hundred dollar jumper, smothered in Southern Comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mothers bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her Ayo, proceed to list em, theres no need to diss em Down here we heat em, destroy your whole breathing system Twist em, like beer caps, once they hear that Rap murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my track preserve the great Your pack deserve a crate: in fact, the word is fate Ill kill you slow like AIDS-infested nuts Im holdin vendetta like seven great-molested sluts Callin me a bitch nigga, you need to stop Reality, one on one, how many times you got dropped? Im cut-throat when any track runs Conscious when I smack nuns The rough neck that make Muslims run and pack guns Im volcanic, the sermon preacher Burnin emcees, most wanted by Herman Kiefer You tried to get a squad, they was like, Money, oh no. Leave you brain-dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D12 slow flow Shoot down your mothership and pimp-smack mojo No pro wanna go knuckle-blades with the renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute-made My lieutenant sprayed your brigade and trampled your flow Big P, the reason emcees cancelled they show The truth will hurt, seein Proof at work, no shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad be godly, fearin shit hardly So I hope when Ima die dope like Chris Farley Fuck that! Who run shit once these drums hit? You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit Heres a can of asswhip for you to come get Your click made they trip, I make them hoes suck mint Ask your girl, they know the scoop: dont fuck with Bugz, bitch! Ill chop off her titty, have you suckin one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Makin half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, dont like it one bit You could make a double album, wont have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And theres not a damn one that I cant outwit I admit that my style is unfit For Mommas baby boy, because Im on some dumb shit Like I commit larceny, give harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I stab you in your armpit Now, who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic? Dont risk it, you get your shit split Now keep your distance and keep existence Im persistent when it comes to bent shit I smoked a blunt with my judge right before my sentence Im relentless, to deny is senseless Your bitch paid my bill, thats where the hell your rent went Fuck that! I kill competition, with no way out as an opposition Execute the passengers on the flight, my executive decision Then reminisce on how Shady the business Terrorists acts by Israelis when they visit Bombin the senate, World War III in the makin Murdered the exhibition, team finish, beat the ref senseless No time-out, extended play burns over your intermission Then christen the battlefield with the blood of Christians Cryin for the Messiah, but he dont listen I pop my wig when I top the stove frame, boil sizzlin A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to kitchens Fuck Home Depot, I demolition When I home improve, you need Bob here to fix it Fuck school and supervision! Bit off of financial aid and smoked up my tuition Only hang around rappers with explicit lyrics And pistol-grip punks for the beefin — do you wanna get heated? I got a mind full of troubles, everythings in doubles I buy my guns in couples, no time for placement fumbles ‘Cause emcees come and emcees go, with broke flow Injured from head to toe, no fitter model, we full-throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, livin mathematical I smash the flow, unleash and let go I shit like lava, original designer Married to marijuana since a minor Makin attempts to sink my battleship Could get you bent like fibs, what? Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my peace Flow like the sea when I release these beats over concrete My presidented transition has taken place As I express vocally on the M-I-C-R-O Power he cipher, not equality, I deal it Lace the track and made it real, now I know my peoples feel it Keep their heads bobbin and the emotionals sobbin Plus a culture-cipher after shows, hoes slobbin Knobs love the fuckin flavor of the icin Plus Im precise and my double edge continue slicin11Embed

Kurt Loder Car Freestyle Lyrics Yo, yo, Ill start it off, yo, yo… My name is Shady, his name is Proof Yo, we used to have a roof up on my house And now we had a mouse that ate the cheese out of the fridge Didnt want to admit that I was on welfare when I was three Plus, when I was four, my mother used to leave She used to always slam the door and say Goodbye, goodbye, Marshall, Im leaving, Im single And right now Im going to mingle at bingo. Yeah, see you later, alligator, is what she said And I would always stay at house, freezin till Im dead Cause it was cold inside that house, we never had no heat Yo, Proof used to come walkin up right up the street And be like, Yo, what up, Em? How you doin? I used be like, Yeah, man Its good to see you, dawg, but my lifes ruined Cause my mom just left, she left my brother Nate And I hate the fact that we never had no food on our plate So then Proof said: What up, Em? Yo, so I said Proof, wont you come in? Yeah, yeah, come in, what’s up with dat? Tango and Cash, came to mingle and blast Together tougher than Alcatraz prison bars Drivin foreign cars Yes, its me and my man compadre Black and white, white and ivory and black ebony They cant step to me, rubbery and heavenly They cant see us in the 313 vicinity Ayo, Em, ha ha ha ha What up? Ha, ha, Im comin like ha ha Im ill like nah nah, and yall dont wanna see me Cause Im ill with the skill And I can grill and I always keep it real When I built my garage back after it just got burnt down Sorry that my parents werent always around But it was really hectic growin up But now Im blowin up So it dont matter: every show I do, Im always showin up To the club drunk as hell, drunk as fuck, drunk as what? Cant say that on MTV But remember it? Little old wimpy me Who used to always dream to be on MTV Now you cant see me I know you remember that rhyme Ayy, wait a minute, yo check it out, Im bout to flatline Pass the mic back to Proof Cause we get loose, we drink gin and juice Sip it cause we always raise the roof Ayo, ayo, we all up in your sight like cataracts Me and Em tag-team Beat any of yall on some battle rap See us next time we strippin out your Cadillacs How you like that? Soon you down like a battle axe Im down like a battle axe I got a phatter axe to smash And I smash your cataracts Cause its a Cadillacs that I be drivin When I be high off fuckin vivarin Now you cant see me cause Im revivin and survivin In the D, every single day in Detroit If rappers wanna step to me, they better get to the point Cause they dont understand the way that I do it The fluid that I be spittin is never written Cause Im always, always bitten, cause it— Ayo, you make your neck crack like a snare pop Were fresh and theyre not So give it up, dont even do this Youre wack, in fact you get flat-lined You need practice We stick you like a cactus Nah, youre not a guy, youre an actress The fact is— Heres my address, this is my old address And called… a street called Dresden Yo, dead presidents is what Im resurrectin Gotta say whats up to Desmond and JLB But yo, they dont help me Do a thing, they never did When I was a clever kid, rhymin I always used to go to school and climb in The back baseball diamond Hey yo, abort, hold up! Hurt shoulder Peace for Kurt Loder Yeah, were doin an interview In a minute or two Were gonna enter in you In the nude, when we intrude Dont mean to be rude But yo, whats up, dude? How you doin, MTV? How you doin, Kurt? How you doin everybody else in the world? You gettin hurt By this freestyle that I be comin up with Eruptin and kick your mother in the tummy And in the stomach Ayo, ayo, and all of this we just done is freestyle Ah, ah, ah, dont touch that dial, yeah Hold it right there, Im your worst nightmare Wipin diapers on my high chair What?! Yeah! When I was this big Now Im still bigger, but Im skinny like a twig Skinny little white boy Growin up I liked noise I spike punch and light joints Ayo, everybody looks for us to follow We thrust the bottle, thrust the throttle Bust a bottle over your head Train your thoughts just like Cus dAmato Your guts is hollow Back up, Proof and Em And all them wack MCs steppin to me at Saint Andrews Just remember that I hate you, and yo, I cant stand you Yeah! Bye bye! Goodbye, good night! Bye bye, good night! Bye bye, good night! Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye!5Embed

The Equalizer : Soundtrack LyricsEminem riddled everyone by posting the squared picture of The Equalizer on Instagram - the movie with his favorite actor, Denzel Washington. Just a day later, trailer has arrived. It features Sias singing and Eminem, most likely, singing a bridge to song. This snippet would be from their second collabo, with Beautiful Pain being first. Eminem is most likely to do a full soundtrack, maybe even a music video for this song and/or make a cameo. Stay tuned for more info on the song. As for the movie, its coming 26th September.4Embed

Our House Lyrics Heres the story of a little boy Growin up in a suburban home Trying to cope with everyday life Who lives in a little house that was built in the middle of the street Hey, Mom! 2Pacs on the jukebox So what, he shot two cops And raped a little girl while two dudes watched Nuh-uh! They were tryin to frame him You and that Tupack Shaker... No! That aint how you say his name, mom! Youre so lame, dont you know anything? Yeah! I know that youll probably go and join in a gang, Yeah, right. Im out. Wheres my fuckin Walkman at? Stop cussin at me! Shut up, bitch! Quit talking Black! Well, slammed the door and Im out Now, what? Its probably warm in the house Fuck, I forgot my jacket, forgot it was winter Im gettin thinner, Im hungry Is mom cookin dinner? Mom! Let me back in! I forgot my coat Mom, come on, Im not playin, its cold! Alright, sorry, I need a jacket Mom, look, my 2Pac tape, I just cracked it Ma, please let me back in It is Tupack Shaker, I just asked him Im freezin, Im sneezin Im breathin too much cold air, Im wheezin I aint did nothin I didnt say Im leavin I said Im goin on the front porch to get somethin Alright, here take your damn coat and leave, Fine, Ill le— Mom, you cut off the sleeves! Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house , in the middle of the street My teachers two-faced, he went to lower all my school grades Since last Tuesday I had a toothache from Kool-Aid So Mom kicked me out , and all I had in my suitcase Was one shoelace, a tube sock, and a tube of toothpaste Sometimes it was cool Cause I could go to Freds, crash there, fool around and just skip school But other times Id rather just be home in my own room alone Beat my shit and nobody would know My little brother sucked on a bottle til he was six So Id hide it inside the couch and say I dont know where it is But as soon as Mom found it I would either be grounded Or kicked out of the house a thousand weeks and still countin Even when I was underage Mom was tellin cops I was tryin to run away I told her Someday, bitch, youre gonna pay Please, Mom, please, Mom, please, I wanna stay Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house , in the middle of the street My brothers incoherent, Moms a single parent Who aint carin, starin through me Like Im transparent, made it clear That I was just there to run her errands Told her friends I was a son from her last marriage Sent me up to the corner store with a little note Please, sell my step-son some cigarettes so I can smoke One time I tried to fake sick to get attention Backfired, Mom sent me to school with a vengeance My lifes the worst thing that could ever happen to me I go to class and every teachers always laughin at me And Mom says white rappers are laughed at Not only that, she heard me upstairs I cant rap, and Im stupid Ill never make it averaging a D+ I need to sit on my ass and sue people like she does One time, I got food poison from a hot dog Mom sued and got $2,000 from Ball Park Hey, Ma. You got a dollar? I dont think so, now keep an eye on your brother Im goin to bingo. But, Mom, you said you were broke. Who said? You got your ears messed up From that damn rap music. Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house, in the middle of the street Our house8Embed

Curtains Close Lyrics Eeehhh, Is this thing on? Whered everybody go? Guess whos back? Back again… Ken is back... tell some men Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back… Eh….Wait…..Hello? Eh…..Goodnight7Embed

Intro Lyrics burps Woo! Hey, how you guys doin? You want more? Alright Then SHUT UP! Shooby doo Shooby doo Shooby doo Shooby doo Skibbidy bee bop Girl Youre my world Youre my pearl Youre my world Hey yo, heres a song for the ladies...5Embed

Flip a Bird Lyrics In the kitchen On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen Said Im here for money making, Ive done lost bout all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought Id covered up all my bases Bitches try to play you till somehow, some way you figure it out You fuck with Jay Zs bitch from back in the day you might end up with reasonable doubt You fuck with grimy bitches standing over you taking pictures While you sleeping, cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch, quit rappin And just go get it crackin Bout to push that White instead of that music, seems like simpler profit, cause niggas gossipin Like they WorldStar, M.T.O, Bossip, until I find you and empty your pockets If 59 stop rhyming, Im driving on I-95 Or I am I will cop a key and put it On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen Cant tell yall If I did drugs or if they did me, nah, we was just doin each other We were side by side like eryday, didnt care if we ruined each other Back then it was so real, fully automatic, it was overkill I was on weed, I was on dust, mighta tried coke when I was on pills My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasnt on bills Whole famly disappointed in me, cant imagine how that made my mom feel Her ones missin, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your sons trippin Got baggies scattered Plus, plus you and Dad was on the same road, yall just left, made it right If I aint learn Id do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight Now Im on this music shit, tryna get this paper right If not Ill be back Let me get it now On Twitter, they murder my mentions, cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen, layin in a dirty ditch, that bullshit is further than fiction They personal missions worse than snitchin, to any person that listen Now I wanna kill a hater, a middle finger by the fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen Cause DJ Vlad, he was glad bullets went into me Just to get traffic for his site, shoulda did him like MMG But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV And now Im back , but should I be? Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse is about to cop that Shady deal Im out here chasin that paper still, push kush, coke and crazy pills Me being shot online didnt stop my grind, nigga, I dont mind And if I dont rhyme , I will cop a key and put it On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen Just when a nigga thought it couldnt get worse The hearse reversed; scooped my cuz up after grandma left Earth That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, Im a barber Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack An then placing the crack in 12 12s I aint play with the crack, I was making up stacks All day I just sat , bringing it back Now Im tryna do my thing with this rap Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies Aint gotta flip birds On the curb Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through If not I be back at my mommas table In the kitchen On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen7Embed

2012 Something From Nothing: Art of Rap Freestyle Lyrics How the fuck he got an Oscar? Passed out in his red Mazda With his fucking head in his pasta In the parking lot of Kmart plaza Cross from the Red Lobster Looking like the Loch Ness Monster Dressed like a cross-dressed mobster Talk is cheap, it costs less to gossip Ill prolly be a lot less hostile If you snots kept your schnozzes out the air holes Youll get fucked in all seven holes Ass, mouth, pussy, yeah, both ears and, ha, yes, nostrils At the OzzFest with Nas Bumping Das EFX in a wrecked up Datsun And dropped two extra strength Watson Vicodin out my pocket They cost less Im a hot mess Cause I tripped and got my head stuck In a wasps nest in the process, awesome Drunk as fuck, one sock Pulling my boxers up with boxing gloves But I keep dropping my fucking binoculars Got two fucking Hydroxycuts And four oxi’s stuck in my esophogus These three lesbian little stocky sluts Thought I swallowed two hockey pucks Started screaming serves you right you cocky fuck Thats what you get for mocking us Aint as cool as you thought you was Bitch, all I did when I walked up was have my dick in a sock Said its a sock puppet So no strings attached You can all suck it Chicka, get it, ah fuck it Shit’s bout to get as hairy as motherfucking Chewbacas nuts Cocksuckers7Embed

We’re Back Lyrics Shady, were back! Nothin can stop and nothin can change it You better just make new livin arrangements If you think you the top and king of the castle You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is Im best at this and Im best at that But I dont hear my name, no, neer brought up in rap And I dont 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 theyll 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, B! But I aint never bought no whole CD of Shady And all I hear is pop tunes come on the radi- -o, and they play em twenty times in a row daily And that very well maybe the same reason they dont 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—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby So maybe the eighties made me crazy Ive been tryna get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady Gave me the gate key, paved the way So lately, my stakes get better each day Replay my relay race, when I was chasin the 8V at eighteen Eight years later, his voice in Beijing No choice, I chase cream, so Shady, were back! This is what I eat, sleep and breathe and feed My kids wit, it fulfill all my family needs I treat the mic like the block, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze Critics expectin me to underachieve I just deal with the hate I receive by rollin back my sleeves Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his knees And tell him Suck my dick, take a bow and I leave With a sack full of unmarked cheese, I find it hard to believe Who to pull or proceed to be Gs And claim they runnin shit, nigga, I run me 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 be askin where I be Dawg, Im out in Hawaii, dont like it? Drink my pee Record song for the Detox LP Feet dont fail he Niggas got me bent like Cranberry and Belvee, Ima die wealthy Boss in the game, what the fuck they gon tell me? A-Towns entrée Aftermath, Shady! Shady, were back! What up? Yall market yall block, they sent me to corner that Rap games an old flame, my nigga, I want em back Like mic check, pimp for what its worth, I got the right net Sittin here, excited by some shit that aint right yet No regret, live by a code you dont know bout Yall niggas wont be satisfied til I show out Go out on a limb with Em, cause Im with him Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them Stand a chance, at the dance without a bowtie Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to multi So high off the light that they have given me And the haters like a chauffeur, because its driven me To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome I dont give a fuck about ya, nigga, Im just livin me We the reason for the season, so Im breezin through the track, nigga Shady! I can prove Im here to do somethin youd never do From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue I aint been to a function, where I aint snuck a weapon through Cause my background reveals a one eight seven too To the block, Im the truth, to the cops, Im the proof Of if theres niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot I carry over my street ethics to the booth And the shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth The difference between me and you, I already done it And lived the street life niggas run away from, if You follow my life, in a midwest blunted Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets Im on the roof of the buildin, shootin at police Some of the homies feel opposition, cant kill me Im a walkin obituary, death live in me I take life through the pen, by the way, Ima see Or have you raped in the pen, like American meat Im connected, gettin weight from MS 13 With SKs, ARs and Mini 14s Im Ca$his, the last of the real, wit a strap On Prozac, Ds and E-Pills, its a wrap Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack Im in a lifetime contract, Shadys back Nigga Shady, were back! Ha! pbbt 34Embed

Soap Lyrics Skylar Montgomery? What do you want from me, Roger? I know it was you all along messing around with my dear Veronica Wait a minute, you hold it right there Me and that woman love each other Love? What do you know of love? We were destined to be together I met her on the beach Are you out to destroy me? No, Roger, thats not what I want to do I love her, and were gonna be together Never6Embed

Keep Talkin’ Lyrics Yeah Detroit motherfucker DJ Green Lantern D12 We aint going nowhere We still smoking crack nigga! Ha ha Let them know HA-HA Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we aint stopping We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit youre popping Cause we aint stopping, cause you aint stopping us We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking Yo, the derelicts back Im blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my therapist crack You niggas is bitch, straight up, Im bearing the facts I love pussy wit all my heart but Im married to gats And nigga Im top pedigree so dont play wit me Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat Kids and all been hit Peers and all Mossberg will take your back, liver ribs and all Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter Packing guns when Im sleep walking Throwing fire bombs down your chimney While you eating at Wendys Im in your bushes cocking the semi Nice with the hands Never bow down to another man I was popping guns while you was still popping some rubber bands Smother your clan Sever your hands and your legs Mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head Im the only one your bitch let touch her Type of brother that will fuck your mother With a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy motherfucker Thatll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella When it comes to beefing, it aint no explaining Ill change your language with a stainless Im contained with an anguish to leave you famous Im a deranged pit, I lift an AK and paint your face with Niggas dont say shit, fuck your hype man If its a bystander standing by, Im fire in at your, cause I can You get squashed like pop cans I be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man Im about to sell your mama bud and lace it So when she fire it up shes coughing blood I love to see em wasted Im made to behave in this case You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we aint stopping We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit youre popping Cause we aint stopping, cause you aint stopping us We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking I aint here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule Im here to talk about little Ray Ray and what Ima do Psyche, I aint gonna mention it, hed probably sue Next week, this shitll be out on DJ Clue The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards Bizarre been fucking raw all summer Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother Psyche, Im not bisexual Im an intellectual, transsexual, with one testicle And I aint saying shit just cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, Im dying YAY! YAY! Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, 2Pac and Notorious BIG Im probably the best God in the flesh Blow your heart out your chest And your chest out your vest Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell Study my trail I cut him he fail A druggy on bail nutty as well Which such like Buddy Revel Dead or in jail Still heading for hell The ghetto rebels the wrong guy Hit your lungs, heart Leave you full of holes like SpongeBob We can set this from your front door to your CEO office Got the key to your coffin Greet me wit offers we taken over Or get China white mixed wit baking soda Your hear me GET IT CRACKED! Fucking crack heads And this is just mix tape shit you fucking morons This aint brains over brawns This is bullies over fucking pussies Ha ha, come on Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we aint stopping We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit youre popping Cause we aint stopping, cause you aint stopping us We aint got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking3Embed

50 Ways Lyrics Youre prolly gonna think that Im talkin about you And youre goddamn right, I am Look at you, this is the minimal I could diss you Subliminally, but I think criminal instinct Has pushed me to the brink, My pussy, does it stink? He still loves me cause he puts me in his ink He does, doesnt he? Still is, isnt he? Now Im just playin tug of war with his heart cause he misses me I can still fuck him and leave him whenever I feel frisky And theres no risk of disease cause he aint with anyone, is he? This bitch really thinks she can get me If she still wants me, drivin across country Strapped up to the front seat, missin all her front teeth Thinkin to herself, Whens the next time hes gonna punch me? I told this cunt shes gonna overdo it once And once she does, shell be stuffed up in a trunk, crunchy Scrunched up in a ball, bunched up nice and comfy Fuck around, get dumped up in a lake fore you dump me You cunnin little cunt, deceitful witch You thought you had me, til my shrink told me this The problem is all inside your head, she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically Id like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover I feel like a serial killer, I keep dumpin bodies in the lake Ima get caught and sent up the river I shiver when I think of the company I keep How do I know she aint gonna kill me when I sleep? I shriek every time she hands me something to drink Sex kept us together, when we slept together, everything Was all better, she made me feel like a king Slowly she began lowerin my self-esteem Shed go to the club and not answer the phone when I call her And I just bought her a truck for fifty thousand dollars Accuse me of doin drugs and scream and holla Then I find a bag of coke on her, some marijuana And all I know is every time I go To them hidin spots wherever she hides her blow Them little bags of dope, there was a pile of coke Thats growin smaller, and that was just a while ago And I wouldnt even let on like I know What was I supposed to do, call her out on it? Wed just argue Say she put it there on purpose and flip the whole script Ooh, shes a manipulative evil bitch! A cunnin little cunt, little deceitful witch She thought she had me, til my shrink told me this The problem is all inside your head, she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically Id like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover9Embed

Touchdown Lyrics Haha When we touchdown, in the Midwest we okay Erybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mafuckin state, when we Touchdown, go right from the plane to the Range, when we Touchdown, on a private plane, gettin brain til we Touchdown, there aint no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we bout to incite a riot when we touchdown When we get in town, you know how we gettin down Pull up clean, then we hop on out, snatch all the freaks, then walk on out Im livin what they talking bout, shinin if it dark or not That one hundred E-X-double R Youll find that in the parkin lot You barkin up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta Im forever, son Still be on whatever coast, ridin blowin heavy smoke Ayy, Em, you better tell them folk, wont hesitate to let em go They know I put that green light on them haters Keep on tryin me, I put that beam right on your tater Now you dont wanna see T.I.P. he outrageous Try to keep him in a cage, but somehow he keep escapin Thats why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin Private planes out to Spain, my G4 flyin, I aint fakin The money aint a thang, think Im lyin, youre mistaken You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waitin When we touchdown, in the Midwest we okay Erybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mafuckin state, when we Touchdown, go right from the plane to the Range, when we Touchdown, on a private plane, gettin brain til we Touchdown, there aint no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we bout to incite a riot when we touchdown Welcome to the Midwest, yes, where them Detroit playas ball Like you have no idea, the boy is here Got the whole place looking like its candy painted Aint it like we left the kids at home And just let em loose with the crayons? Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin like Frogger They hoppin out of the way Whenever they see Marshalls car comin The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker And let the rest of the car carpet color like swirl pops And I got the bass thumpin But Im bound to bump into somethin Kids are flyin through the air lookin like they krumpin The way they tumblin, I gotta do somethin But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off They just right back at it tomorrow Theyre like, Dad, this is in, so youre with the trends. This is for the pimps Listening to Mims, nail polish on the rims. And now its custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal When we touchdown, in the Midwest we okay Erybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mafuckin state, when we Touchdown, go right from the plane to the Range, when we Touchdown, on a private plane, gettin brain til we Touchdown, there aint no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we bout to incite a riot when we touchdown From my arrival, until my departure Guarantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody daughter Ayy, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water Flew to Paris from Haiti, did some shit that I thought of Its ironic that the shit that we vomit makes us iconic The threat to corporate America Thats why they runnin from me How could they be so ignorant? Look what hip-hop done brung us! Its allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies I made it all the way here, aint no way you takin it from me So excuse me, Oprah, honey, Im sorry, really I promise But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, Im just bein honest For that am I being punished? Why is you so astonished? Now, I aint got a degree, just intelligence in abundance So you aint gotta like me, I know millions of folks who love me You can tell how they yellin and screamin and waiting for me When we touchdown, in the Midwest we okay Erybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mafuckin state, when we Touchdown, go right from the plane to the Range, when we Touchdown, on a private plane, gettin brain til we Touchdown, there aint no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we bout to incite a riot when we touchdown7Embed

Rap City Freestyle LyricsHigh on? Whatd you say, trick? What am I on? Two tubes of airplane glue and a can of Krylon Eatin a crayon, settin fire to rayon Flamin the nylons of two white lesbians screamin, Die, blondes Strike matches on white patches of dry lawns And I run and jump right in front of the fire hydrants Five blunts, and you expect me to die once With nine lives, fuckin chickens in front of my blind wives? Suicidal, my friends tell me to try knives You wanna mess with a mothafucka who skydives Out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives? Doin drive-bys and miss you with five tries Its Slim Shady and BET and Big Tigger, all yall who see me flee6Embed

Hands Up Lyrics I wasnt gone if you missed me Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin way past quarter to three Im good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux Everything aint cool as the fame And this shit aint as sweet as it looks You know Im puttin something on me Right before I leave outta the car You go tough talkin at me You gon leave out the club wit a scar We pop bottles like its all free Fore I leave, Ima buy out the bar You gon order whatchu want, its on me Im a G, take a look at a star It feels so good to live sucka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me It mean the world to her, its nuttin but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be Im a rap star, who posed to be ridin around in that car Two in the front, in the back got the plasma This aint a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma I wouldnt buy a chick a pump that got asthma And Im busy so I move a bit faster You cant tell me yes if I dont ask ya, huh Im a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit And thats it, lights off and ya body stiff By the same niggas you used to party with Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin way past quarter to three Im good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux Everything aint cool as the fame And this shit aint as sweet as it looks You know Im puttin something on me Right before I leave outta the car You go tough talkin at me You gon leave out the club wit a scar We pop bottles like its all free Fore I leave, Ima buy out the bar You gon order whatchu want, its on me Im a G, take a look at a star Yea I cruise through the strip, 22s on the whip, new Ruger on the hip Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit I dont care whos on the strip It aint only the Ferrari now, the jewels got em sick Now its 2006, I need a new bottom miss Its aight, they can talk, Im amused by the pricks Im the news out the bricks, nigga, whos hot as this? I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got em pissed I aint a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick My niggas ice-grill, but it aint the same They dont see the faces, they just see the chains like OOH when ya get em, they dont know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This regular shit, the everyday mentality They charged up, dont make me put in the battery Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin way past quarter to three Im good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux Everything aint cool as the fame And this shit aint as sweet as it looks You know Im puttin something on me Right before I leave outta the car You go tough talkin at me You gon leave out the club wit a scar We pop bottles like its all free Fore I leave, Ima buy out the bar You gon order whatchu want, its on me Im a G, take a look at a star Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up11Embed

Throw It Away Lyrics Were about to set it off right now You know I aint Bill Gates, honey But Imma act like I aint never had money And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away Lets throw it away Let em know You know I aint Jay-Z, honey But Imma act like I aint never had money Live from the area, area, wasted Try us well bury ya, bury ya, wasted Standing on couches, everybody know me Rock star, only thing thats left to do is O.D Realest nigga out here, out here In the club doing what got my name out here, out here You can call it tipping, you can call it tricking You can call it dissing, Got if your ballin Putting single ones up and go Throw them bitches on queue like Throw them in the sky when you hear us go Uh let it fly, go, UH You only live one time, one time Your favorite rapper up in here with one time one time You know what? And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away Back on my money got wings on it, fat Booties got my ding-a-ling on it, clap Clap, clap, make that butt applaud You got all that back, what you frontin for? Bitches, bitches, this is yalls song I got riches itching sitting in yall thong Were the business, this is Slaughterhouse baby This is what its all about, crazy, money Blowing in the breeze like Like a picture pose, I got cheese like Come, come, get this money from me, I dont want it, honey I dont make it rain; I make it snow, bunny Climb the pole to the top of that bitch I aint got it like that, but I got it like, this And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away Lets throw it away Let em know Yeah, bitch, damn right, Im piping a lesbian stripper In a Dodge Sprinter; Dick Van Dyke Whores gonna love it when I go Warren Buffett Throwing euros on the floor balling on a foreign budget Slaughters in the house, look at the clique, that clique Deeper than the breathes of a fat chick, fat chick Party in VIP with the Earths realest On blue boys and shrooms, now the club is Smurf Village Throwing money in the air like Im yelling Im falsetto like I know you killers hold the metal tight Who give a fuck? We all ghetto, right? I had a lap dance, moment of clarity This a tax write-off, this is my favorite charity And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away Lets throw it away Let em know Tell her she could crash here, hit and run, hit and run Hop off that pole, get on a different one, different one I told her do that thing I like and she aint do it That was my bad, thinking that she aint stupid Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt Shake got a nigga saying giddy-up, giddy-up Throwing Diddy bucks, put it down, thats a pick me up Money too long for me to try to titty fuck Car murder like Even got the valet workers like You scratch that, and its one thing Cause I fuck around and you gonna hear the guns sing Red bottoms hopping out the coupe We got it tied up, even when we got it out of the loop I tell em And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away4Embed

Emulate Lyrics Obie the person that came up introverted Cause of nervousness, that was solely the only verdict It was worth it cause he changed, became so observant Servin such of a purpose If you knew him earlier in his days, its like a different version So much hurtin and pain gave him game for certain Thats why its curtains in this murder, if you get him worked up Im so assertive on these muthafuckas acting tougher Had enough of isolatin myself in a room Writing poems and songs, doing the same in school Now look what he became, a fool Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you Livin hard but still Julliard A god walks and aint spend a day in the pew Regardless of this I draw visual, pictures when a nigga vents So welcome to the art department I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane Cynics keep on thinkin its a fuckin gimmick when it aint Clinically insane, brain is on Venus, up Uranus Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say He may seem as though hes plain normal if you ever meet him Greet him with a shake, see he aint as mean as what they say See the thing is maybe he cant always think of things to say So hes vague, so they mistake him for bein crazed You part ways, your impression of him changed You dont think hes strange, you turn around and tell him; Peace and thanks You catch him flippin you off, with his pants down Hands around his scrotum, tuckin his fuckin penis between his legs Obie the person that came up introverted Cause of nervousness, that was solely the only verdict It was worth it cause he changed, became so observant Servin such of a purpose If you knew him earlier in his days, its like a different version So much hurtin and pain gave him game for certain Thats why its curtains in this murder, if you get him worked up Im so assertive on these muthafuckas acting tougher Had enough of isolating myself in a room Writing poems and songs, doing the same in school Now look what he became, a fool Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you Livin hard but still Julliard A god walks and aint spend a day in the pew Regardless of this I draw visual, pictures when a nigga vents So welcome to the art department Its all psychologic, why am I so maniacal? Am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick? Or am I truly psychotic? Or my molecules just diabolical? Cause biologically, I defy logic, by golly, haul me off on a trolley Probably want a quack, or Im back on that whacky tobacca Ima step away from crack, Obie smacked the shit out of me Im so slap happy, man, snap me back to reality Im a walkin art gallery, a science museum Elephantitis of the nuts, youd probably die if you see them I pull them out, they hit the ground and probably crack the cement I need an ambulance, I cant just put them back in my pants 12Embed

Loyalty Lyrics Mike Strange Welcome to Our World Turn your CDs up! WOOO!!!!! Yeah! AAAAAAHHHH!!!! Guess whos back? D-Twizzie! O-Trizzy! Doc-Drizzy! Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath! 50 cent! G-Unit! Here we go! Free Yayo! Motherfuck a Benzino! They dont know we finna blow! Someone better tell them so You dont know McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we aint family? I roll with a chosen few and those of you thats behind me Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they aint did shit When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for? Niggass dont love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automatically get medieval When Im after people, then Ill explode you bitches with C-4 These hoes have no insurance, bodies get repo Making you vanish even when we aint got our heat close Keeping .44s where your hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close Niggas pupils thats what I do, Im foolish will shoot you Cuz Im coo-coo, but I dont think niggas be taking heed though See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you I dont give a fuck, Im quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives Now who the fuck want to fight? Aint nobody fucking with me, Aint nobody fucking with the D They get beat like a M-P You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked Im from 7 Mile and Stout, Ill shoot up your house Next day, Ill pee in your mouth Ayo, loyaltys first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggas neglect it Even though its a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna be an exception Thats when the weapon is leaving you half steppin With that caine in your left hand Obie from a section thatll stain up your flesh and Have you on bed rest Questioning your affection for streets D-Twizzie no question One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection Lil homie that know soley that loyalty is reppin D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh and bump heads When I got a passion for clapping... with one hand Talents on my roster this mobsterll dump lead Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packing my black burner On some Chi Ali rapper to murk and have murder Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service Reach for me one more gain and thats curtains For life as D12, no ice and spreewells Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will Knowing I can be killed Leaving my group, pieces of proof With a reason to shoot and a license to ill We lost Bugz and Ill be damned if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Extorting your family, Ill torture your granny For my niggas, Im on your motherfucking porch with a Cammy See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you Yo, its funny how niggas get caught alone And get bombed on Knock your teeth in back of your throat And break your jaw bone Im on ignorant shit these niggas is bitch Pass me a cigarette quick Shit is finna get thick Your manll get split By a brutal and critical hit With identical dents Or bullets with identical prints Im wishing you if You come your Lieutenants a snitch Your timid and sick And we know you aint finna do shit Ill stick with my clique The Kon Artis, Bomb Artist Kuniva, The Rida Shooting through your fucking Long John garments Dirty Dozen We deep in the street Unbelievable heat, well even lay you out in front of the chief of police Motherfucker See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See Im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do And he aint really family if he aint loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you Yeah! D-Twizzie D12, Dirty Dozen Nothing but family up in this motherfucker Loyal to everything that we do You aint never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself Cause we always together You know what Im saying Yall niggas dont know what family means Bugz watching over our ass Thats why we still alive now Knocking yall niggas out of the clubs and shit Haha! Runyon Ave Baby! Shady Records! Haha! Where your momma at, nigga?6Embed

I Get Money Lyrics I get money I— I get money I— I get— I get— I get— I get— I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got They keep on sayin the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyre just tryna distract you From the fact that Im comin back Or maybe its cause I aint black, maybe its because of that Maybe its cause Im the highest sellin artist in rap While Im sittin back in my office jackin off to my plaques Im still sick, how can I be sick this long And Im still alive? Magic Johnson of rhymes I thrive on makin my opponents think that Ive died Thats when I just pop up outta nowhere Oh yeah, there we go there Man, I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man dont lay In the sun cause I dont tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money weve earned? How does it feel to know I came in this game at twenty-five And coulda retired at twenty-nine in my twenties still? And Fif hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit He aint even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score! To go from sellin bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay Im just a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has-been, thats when I start spazzin Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then I am the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards Im a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyes glasses10Embed

Radio Lyrics I cant seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but Im still facing you and Everybody seems to lost their mind Its hard to handle, so I change the channel on the Radio... Cause internet killed the radio star Radio... And YouTube killed the video star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Picture me rollin Pac, its funny how time has changed Everybodys a critic now, its all a debate on the internet wave It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Peppers Give It Away Now we got ten year-olds sittin back in a chair like those were the days And though it seems so amazin to me that the labels lost the touch And Im in the AM, flippin through the A.M. like I lost my crutch Limpin cause I cant even walk straight if I cant turn it up Sippin, I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup Whats up, ah ha, okay, shut up Cause I think we had about enough of radios and lust with the love bugs Well let me give you a big hug a bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs And play some group home or something Shit, the Goodie Mobs Soul Food is bumpin, rewind I cant seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but Im still facing you and Everybody seems to lost their mind Its hard to handle, so I change the channel on the Radio... Cause internet killed the radio star Radio... And YouTube killed the video star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Youll never hear Black Star cause the program director is mostly deaf And youll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt But thats when the light is filled, so let it shine Let em rhyme, let em hustle, let em grind Let em roam with the truth sometimes Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art And you didnt even know you had a window till a tornado blew it apart If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then theres no harm Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls I can sing about money and cars Not that my money is large Lets talk about broke is a joke Lets talk about gettin evicted Everything you owned thrown out on the road And maybe that there goes gold Shit maybe it’s platinum sold But they dont want to see the green leaves from the pirates gold Oh no, hold up, rewind I cant seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but Im still facing you and Everybody seems to lost their mind Its hard to handle, so I change the channel on the Radio... Cause internet killed the radio star Radio... And YouTube killed the video star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Pick up the change, pick up the change Ride in a Chevy cause Im sick of the Range Catfish Billy come pick up the name Come on inside, if youre sick of the rain Turn the radio off and dont complain Its all a replay, its all the same Got one drag, on a runaway train On a one way street, better pick your lane Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain And we could be that Rolling Stone Mix em up with Janis Joplin And let em harmonize like Bone Or we could just leave it alone And let it take on a life of its own Or we could be that World Class Wreckin Cru And tell em to turn the lights back on Cmon I cant seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but Im still facing you and Everybody seems to lost their mind Its hard to handle, so I change the channel on the Radio... Cause internet killed the radio star Radio... And YouTube killed the video star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now Im a star12Embed

Couch Potato Lyrics Look, if you had, one shot To sit on your lazy butt, and watch all the TV you ever wanted Until your brain turned to mush, would you go for it Or just let it slip? Yo Remote is ready, eyes wide, palms are sweaty Theres Flintstones on the TV already, Wilma and Betty No virgin to channel surfin, and Im HD ready So I flip, garbage is all Im getting Theres Simon Cowell, who folks wanna disembowel He opens his mouth, always says something foul Theyre dying wow, wannabes are crying now He votes em out, time to throw in the towel Shows based on reality, oh the humanity Oh, Ozzys family sure loves profanity Woah, the insanity, oh, dogs that crap and pee Home of depravity? No, they live happily Yo, plus Da Ali G Show, and Celebrity Mole Oh theres Anna Nicole, shes scarin me Look, Ma — No cavities! Oh, its a station break Better go out to the kitchen and microwave something Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, theyd scold me, but Id still tune into every show My cable gets C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The Travel Channel, Discovery and Lifetime Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, cajoled me, Turn off those music videos! Im gonna watch C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The History Channel, and QVC, and Lifetime Youre gonna... My butt is aching, as I watch NASCAR racing That show about undertaking, Larry King To 24, to Law & Order The Weather Channels boring like 60 Minutes Ancient reporters, next up on E! True Hollywood Story The rise and decline of twelve actors named Corey Shows for next fall, theyve already been namin CSI: Boise, and Touched by an Uncle Both sound pretty lame, and So does Everybody Tolerates Raymond And King of Queens jumped the shark the first minute I cant believe Richard Simmons aint in it I move right on to 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter Then I bet I watch The Bachelorette Followed by Welcome Back, Kotter And The Muppet Show where they go Mahna Mahna Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, theyd scold me, but Id still tune into every show My cable gets C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The Disney Channel and A&E and Lifetime Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, cajoled me, but I still love Lisa Kudrow Im lookin at C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The Playboy Channel, and Court TV, and Lifetime Youre gonna... Never miss Melrose Place or Lost in Space Ive seen each Amazing Race and Without a Trace But I only watched Will & Grace, one time, one day Wish I hadnt, cause TiVo now thinks Im gay Oh, and Fear Factor, I watched maybe a half hour After that, felt like I needed a long shower Network execs with naked ambition Next week on FOX watch lions eat Christians Like to tie up those programming planners Make them watch all that junk until their heads explode just like Scanners Leech-covered, grub-eating fools on Survivor Look, theres James Lipton discussing the oeuvre Of Mr. Rob Schneider And theres Gilligan and SpongeBob Plus theres MacGyver And Jay Leno has got Madonna Hey, theres Luke Perry And a special all Pig Latin episode of Drew Carey Wanna turn on ET Cause Im a gossip freak And I gotta know who J-Lo is marrying this week A 30-second spot Welcome back to Are You Hot? I was planning on recording The Sopranos — I forgot I love shows with or without a plot Ill stare til my legs are numb, my eyes bloodshot Because I only have got one brain to rot Im gonna spend my life watching television a lot Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, theyd scold me, but I still tune into every show My cable gets C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The Sci-Fi Channel and AMC and Lifetime Youre gonna lose your mind watching TV They told me, cajoled me, turn off that Oprah Winfrey show I got it on C-SPAN, TVLand, and HBO The Learning Channel and MTV and Lifetime Youre gonna... You can watch anything you want to, man6Embed

Just Like U Lyrics Daddy? I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do You dont wanna be just like your daddy Pimpin hoes out here drivin Caddies Runnin round town, fuckin with skeezers Shots in your ass, catchin diseases Son, your daddy got a foul mouth From fuckin bitches in they foul mouths I cant help it, my groups D12 All we do is pop pills and stay in jail Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop Ill fuck two twins, with a midget on top A sick mind, rapin an old lady Knowin damn well Bizarre shouldnt have a baby All I can teach you, learn how to mack Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back Matter of fact, smack your sister, shes a slut Dont you realize Bizarre dont give a fuck? I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do Dont go to school, become a Catholic priest Sell crack to your Auntie Denise If Auntie Denise is short forty cent Make her get on the ground and {suck} some more {dick} Nas is gon probably hate me When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track? All he gon do is talk about hoes and smoking crack If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore Leave her no money and go out on tour Nah, Im playing, leave her something: A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin Youre my son, Im trying to teach you something Youre {eight} years old? Its time to start fucking You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high And tell a bitch to suck a dick Im a parent, yeah A motherfuckin role model Hi-Tek10Embed

Freestyle #1 LyricsIts only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But Im more toward droppin an acapella To chop a fella to Mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in a cellar With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while Im standing next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your vein feeding you liquid Darvocet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To Receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than 20 percent chance of living Have a possible placement as a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in Grandmas little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you While you scream IM STILL ALIVE! Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department Ive hired an arson to set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment4Embed

Die Hard Lyrics I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight My life is like a highlight reel Some might consider this my twilight but depending how I might feel I might continue on with my career for 5 light years Critics can fly kites here? Welcome to my nightmare Pressures on, blood pressure racing I calculate my next step, pacin’ Don’t know if I’ll meet expectations All I know is the World better get set Dre’s in effect Been in it since you had cassette decks taping I’m sick I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight It’s on, blood pressure racing I calculate my next step which is to accept my expectations Theyre soaring too high to meet, my reputations in jep’ Yep, face it, the fans they’ve been upset yet patient, I love ‘em for that I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight I sit into the wee hours of the night And we dont stop until the sunlight We just keep going cause the die hard Won’t go down without a fight8Embed

Lounge LyricsFor all the ladies out there I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world And now youre lying in the corner, crying5Embed

911 Lyrics Woo-hoo! laughs Guess whos back?! Mommy, were home! Say hello to my little friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see! Yo Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck Forty, fifty Samoans, they knowin when D-Bo was 50, Tweezy, Obie, there wont be no ho in us They pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one does From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We changed the way we move, so man up if you cant adjust You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us Its funny, I guess money does have its advantages And it isnt that we just think that we cant be touched Its not like were just feeling ourselves that much, its just That if someone ever does put us in the clutch We just know that yall aint gon be the one whos gon do it Cause first of all youre pussy and everybody can see that You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldnt be at That you got no business being in, we aint even gon be in it No ones gonna hear nothing, no ones gonna see this shit And theyll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it The noise from clips and rounds be drowned out by the crowd And youll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing Til the club closes, and clears out, and thats when they see you flattened Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping And you couldnt stop yapping and took it past rapping It aint about the music no more, its bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off Shits about to change, cause we aint playin no games We aint budgin, neither are they, we aint sayin no names Shit just aint the same when AKs get to sprayin Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1 It aint about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It aint about tryna rip shots to get props no more Its about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor Cause Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1 Took my strap off my holster, cause shit is getting serious All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, Im curious How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us? Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious We living for real and others just making the stories up Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks If you take a fucking minute to think about what you done When you stood against the gangster who live and die by the gun Caught a hot one, sprayin you bitches til there was none Im like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches We cut you and give you stitches for envyin all our riches The games just like a midget, you clockin a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people thats how we live it, cmon Shits about to change, cause we aint playin no games We aint budgin, neither are they, we aint sayin no names Shit just aint the same when AKs get to sprayin Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1 It aint about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It aint about tryna rip shots to get props no more Its about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor Cause Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1 Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit On the shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it When I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it Got you stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers But you wouldnt pause and wonder, admitting its all glamour When you enter the business you thinking you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they aint shit! We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later All these imitators parading like they some players Tryna save hip-hop the task is something greater Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators Get caught, Im not telling, or more like killing not caring Im riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying Im in a full circle with homies thats sposed to bleed On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.s Shits about to change, cause we aint playin no games We aint budgin, neither are they, we aint sayin no names Shit just aint the same when AKs get to sprayin Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1 It aint about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It aint about tryna rip shots to get props no more Its about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor Cause Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-114Embed

Fame Lyrics Ayo, I know it’s been a minute, but were back It’s the return of the Dozen motherfuckers, lets go! Fame I think it’s got me goin crazy, oh—oh—oh Im gettin lost in this game Im gettin tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh Keep speakin my name And then well have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah Its like you dont want me to win So this time I’m goin in This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka Hopping off of the clubs balcony into the crowd, surfing And when they drop me I’m randomly socking fans Doin my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass I’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E Im in the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed I’m kickin’ em out naked and its December Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it, I can’t remember Fame I think it’s got me goin crazy, oh—oh—oh Im gettin lost in this game Im gettin tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh Keep speakin my name And then well have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah Its like you dont want me to win So this time I’m goin in Them boys are wylin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’ Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin a die hard fan Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta the damn zoo Man, you better be cautious, I’m backstage Livin it up with a couple of sluts feeling nauseous From drinkin, it’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept My dick is sore from fuckin, when I bust there’s nothing left, just dust Back on the stage, gimme my microphone Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminium bats, thanks! Now which one of you bitches down for the cause? Yeah, I said my dick is sore, but I aint say shit about my balls Then we off to the next city Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me Fame I think it’s got me goin crazy, oh—oh—oh Im gettin lost in this game Im gettin tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh Keep speakin my name And then well have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah Its like you dont want me to win So this time I’m goin in Yeah, this game has got me goin crazy Fuck it, I am crazy, whats new? What kind of fuckin glue you think I’d be if I was glue? We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you When we were falling apart? You were shittin on us too But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew cause its just crew But were back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you And were back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts to Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you Achoo, bless you, I’m allergic to pussy Sluts too, yeah, you think you’re the shit til we flush you Had some bullshit to readjust to Now theres just a few of us left, but it’d be unjust to rob us our just due So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies, we love you But we can’t stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this... Fame I think it’s got me goin crazy, oh—oh—oh Im gettin lost in this game Im gettin tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh Keep speakin my name And then well have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah Its like you dont want me to win So this time I’m goin in Its the Return of the Dozen Volume Number Two. I go by the name of DJ Young Mase. Welcome back. Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre, Marshall Mathers, Big Proof the mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota. Lets go! You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Now get up! Get on your feet!11Embed

W.E.G.O. Lyrics Yeah, Soul Intent, checking in Number one, baby this week You know what Im sayin? This is M.C. Proof And DJ Head! Checkin in on W.E.G.O You know what Im sayin? Ayy, yo, we got the number one Requested song, of the day Coming up next Its a local 313 talent He goes by the name of Eminem And its called, Its O.K5Embed

Unstoppable Lyrics Unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure theres pain Even though we broke for the moment, well be ballin again Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz Similar to niggas too scary, get too near me, we rushin Visions of over-packed prisons, visions of niggas thug livin Pressures and three strikes, I hope they dont test us They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin It’s like I’m - dreamin, seein scenes of me ballin Participated in felonious behavior Cock the cocked 45, snatchin niggas pagers Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit We started out drinkin 40s, moved to harder shit God damn, now Im a grown man, I follow no man Nigga got my own plan I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop I got a handgun habit, nigga front Ill let you have it When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it Im allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas Front and Ill put your brains on that curb fast nigga I aint a marksman, one spark and I spray shit Nuff rounds from that H-K, I dont play bitch Move like Im militant, back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas cant move me I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if its a problem its handled I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind Its crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust First theres crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse We dont go to funerals, but well go to your wake fam Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice Cause thats sort of unique cause you know its me My poetrys deep, and Im Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You cant sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You cant pay me enough for you to play me Its cockamanie you just aint zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks coo-coo I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, Im just brutal Its no rumor, Im numero uno, assume it Theres no humor in it no more, you know Im rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stopEmbed

Rap City Freestyle Lyrics Woah, Nelly, tell Angelina Jolie Im ready With petroleum jelly, to smear it all over me belly And tell her she can hit me on me mobile, me celly And meet in the salami section of the grocery deli And maybe we can find us an appropriate telly A Motel 6 or 8, I think they both could be helly I hit it, then I quit it and I told her Email me And dont call me, Ill call you— can you feel me? Ho, do you smell me? Animal instinct, cannibalistic I just ran out of lipstick, man, Im a twisted Sick, sadistic, son of a bitch, 666 Broke his crucifix made out of sticks, then fixed it Chck-chck-chck, chick, chck-chck, chck-chck, chck! Now play it backwards: muscle relaxers mixed with Liquid Dilaudid, its diluted for quick fix Youre delusional, illusions look realistic I need Christopher Reeves to come and lay his verse I think he can spit it better on Medicine Ball, first Off, I did not even realize the guy died So I guess them Christopher Reeves jokes aint gonna fly Oh! Im on a roll, dont get me started Ellen got pissed at me and tried to push me into the garden With such accuracy, she aims and shoots the target Cupids arrow done forced it, now look, sweetheart, its The kissin bandit on a mission to leave Ms. Degeneres Disenchanted by men, now just listen, dammit Mr. Rossi, I need no posse, I single handed- -ly will steal your heart with a kiss, where should I plant it? Moi! Baby, its Moi! And my repertoire Is running around in pink panties and leopard bra And negligah, negligée, you say tomato, I say tomah-to Im Tommy Motola Mariah, dont stop me, Im on a roll Oh!7Embed

Devil’s Night Intro Lyrics You know its devils night The way that I smash the face of a punk in Mask of Jason is a fashion statement since Drunken Master tapes been a basket case And if thats the case, then Im dunkin Fascination with masturbation and humpin Lacerations and masking tape And Im bumpin some Masta Ace Roll up posin as pastor Mase at a luncheon See Andrea Yates, grab her face, then Im punchin Crack her fuckin skull with an antique vase, kill her husband To the back of the station wagon Shes dragged and placed in the trunk and Now Im wanted for kidnappin, rape, and abduction Spread her legs like Land OLakes that Im cuttin Til every fuckin limbs either amputated or punctured Decapitated Christina Applegate and I rap like Im agitated No chill, but Im half sedated A functioning addict — wait, Im in London? Brains underwear? A pantywaist, classic case of disfunction Aggravated assault, it was rap related, you activated a gunman This games over-saturated with junk and You punks couldnt get a hit from a database with a thumbprint Razors and matches, path is laid for destruction Put Jason Mrazs face in his ass Then Im snatchin Anne Hathaway She scratchin like Jam Master Jay on the ones and Twos, I slash away, then Im dumpin Her ass in a Lake Placid for alligators After I use the fuckin tire thumper to bash her brains in for nothin The murder weapons, I stash em away on Runyon Man, the kind of balls that it has to take and the gumption Lack of class displayed, but such a vast array in abundance Of sad disgraceful and bad distasteful redundance And, bitch, Im hung like candy canes if youre wonderin Balls come at you like batting cages Im raw like Big Daddy Kane is, Im comin Like Im ejaculatin and nuttin Come catch the clap like youre patty-cakin, lil dumplin Or brace yourself like a cast and be the last to make an assumption Im back like Im in the bathroom takin a dump and Its back in the day or somethin Ill shit on you, Devils Night — hows that for a introduction?16Embed

Invasion Lyrics So lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? What is this?—What is this? The Invasion! Yeah! Yeah! Green Lantern! The infiltration We coming! Yeah! I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Twizzy in this bitch , with Obie Trice So watch what you say , fore you call our name Cause you say one more thing and it wont be nice! Whoa, here we go, I shouldve known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit Sooner or later, you little haters Are too jealous of us, still love us, you hate it, G-Unit made it And Obies coming, D-Twizzys coming Youre sick to your stomach Fifty percent of its 50 Cent The other 50 percent of its whose color of skin it is But if you even considering taking our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I aint trying to get too intricate into it Im just tryna give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then its gonna get to the point where it escalates Into some other shit, then Ima flip Then Ima get to Stomping in my Air Force Ones But you wont be able to tell if its two pairs or its one Its just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you Youll think Nike just made these into cleats in the shoe I dont know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me Yall tickle me pink, I think Id just rather have P!nk tickle me Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety A little bit of the diggedy-Doc-diggedy Mixed with a little bit of the Jigga-J-Jigga With a small pinch of Biggie Look at me, Im just the bomb-diggedy We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho! We the realest label Don’t try to act like you don’t feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and steal your paper Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon kill your fucking label fa sho! Yeah! Shady in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right! Still watch what you say to me, punk Cause Im off probation in less than six months! {gun cocks} Haha! Shady Records Still Aftermath And dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talking! Cause we do We see yall But we just gon sit back for a minute and watch what the FUCK yall do!23Embed

Outro Lyrics Nah, we aint done! I love being hated, its great, it lets me know that I made it I wouldnt have it no other way, I wouldnt trade it for the world Only lets me know that Im loved By so many other motherfuckers that aint you, and its bugged Cause you keep fucking with us, we keep fucking you up And keep pulling the rug from up under you And what’s even more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doing So much there aint nothing that we love more than Pulling Your Skirts Up And exposing you hoes so much, people are starting to wonder Whats up with them fucking Wonder Woman underoos? Do unto others as you will have done unto you So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you? You gon ask yourself, how come your mans Didnt empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksons ass while he had the chance? You keep asking us to keep it on wax but we cant This is past any rationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start building Soon as we enter the 106 & Park building Someones gonna get killed and I swear to God If someone so much as even touches one of my people Ill put a million on his head And you aint got the funds to match or counteract it But Id rather rap than get into this gangsta shit And it aint because Im a bitch Its because I aint a bitch, I dont endanger people that Im with Im a general, I aint Bush, I dont send my soldiers to war If I aint there in the middle of the shit with em, so when I do get em Orders to storm your headquarters, youll be fucking with a Fucking with a beef keeper, see you aint eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver Thatll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speaking Like it aint even that deep I got heat thatll sweep a niggas street See I wouldnt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya Ill be searching for you longer than The Legend of Zelda Without a failure, theres gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a basset hound couldnt even smell ya Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance, bitch! You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddams kids Motherfucker, Ill handle you, we can have it out on any avenue An Average Man flipped into an animal Shoot out your mandibles, cannons and ammunition Reload with precision, nigga, know the mechanicals Break the pistol down, you should see them handles The street taught the child, no read up manuals Pushing crack vows, young Nino Brown Chasing green is the dream, when youre young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what Im involved in now A Dozen Dirty niggas and they all get down Resolve any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we said all men get down While youre punching and tackling punks Im handling chumps, packing a pump Thats longer than the elephant trunk On the streets Im a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, Ill shoot you and scream increase the peace A monster, pistol packing, pushing niggas off they Hondas Stomp you, get it cracking, yanking bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I dont think mama beat me enough When she was sleeping stuff, I was stealing the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets taking a nap, bleeding and lugged up Who Want What? like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep Then fuck it, it will be ten sleeping The muscle of Meyer Lansky, dont tussle with my hand speed Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast no holsters Approach us, throw heat straight from the shoulders We the soldiers, yall the youngsters Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster Fed to the monsters, head full of trauma You scared of the drama, bombered the monster Im back, nigga , I reappear Shoot like Explosion, you aint seein clear Blackness, carcass covered with catfish We murkers with no purpose other than practice Theres three things I hate: liars, fakes, and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts, and fucking wife beaters I guess that describes my life I dont even know who song this is Bitch, Bizarre dont give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks This Ja Rule beef I aint getting in Ill need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding Ill turn your face into a fucking meat patty Ill fuck your mommy and go fishing with your granny Ill Shit on You, Ill pee on R. Kelly, too This is Bizarre, see you Devils Night 26Embed

Get Up LyricsSlaughterhouse… ...Presents, The Way It began Let’s see now First thing I can remember is an evening years back The four of us was together even then And from that time on, nothing was ever gonna be quite the same again Yeah, especially us G-G-God given, I’m killin’ this bomb bidniz I’m calling rap that because I put my time in it I-I don’t mind being ready to die as long as this is at an arena And we did it and my momma seen it This is my arm swinging and my alarm ringing Fighting against time but writing this song singing In light of my wallet just look how the mighty have fallen You fell for it, say bye to them, say hi to Ryan mature I can’t ‘cause God won’t let me Bet against me you can go Anybody can tell you nah I knew the cats knew I was down so I fell back Hit the ground, landed on my feet vertical, fell back too, so you can I will never lay down and , I was definitely about to Then Eminem came like “nah” This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they saying Venom is spraying which is why all I know is I’m on a all time ultimate high inspired by all time low How quick are you gonna get up In these days life is short, shots’a try to end you And this game is like a sport, comp’ll try to pen you I leave the stage on life support when I rock a venue If you ain’t got a knife and fork you’re probably on the menu If I ain’t make history before I left It will be like using my last important breath before my death for snorting meth More or less, Im, Jordan-esque, I ignore the refs I son you like you morphed into a Orphan yes Nah, I never yeah, you said I would My destiny said , homie you went against me Foolish as Judas, nigga you’re lost Now I’m feeling like Black Jesus, wrong nigga to cross won’t If I refuse to the fact that I used to is making me say This is how we attacking it, four rappers who passionate Took the idea of a group and re-imagined it without planning it Now the whole planet has to admit that’s the shit Everybody yall invited to a crazy party Have some fun, blocking the sun with the Shady Army These women is feeling like skin, baby, they be on me My flow water for sure, I’m a great tsunami I’m with my awesome clique on another touring trip From front of the stage all the way back to the door its thick Like secretly filming a mob, we recording hits What a fucking lifestyle, maybe that’s why Im on my dick Man, I aint about to I don’t know how to You beating the yaowa Mr. Ortiz I got you Can’t find a reason not to, my ink, take em to church Guess you could call it pentecostal, man Eminem told me yourself So how can I focus, you roaches In combat so war? , but if y’all need me to make it clear, for those slightly impaired Like a flat in a snowstorm with no gas we ain’t going nowhere We the sixty minute group, this year finna be our year! A mixture of showman and skill, imposing my will A visionary, want me with my back to the ground, I ain’t with the missionary Walk in my shoes and reap all of that I gain Along with every invisible woe that accompanies fame Louis Vuitton frames cover the scars that go with stardom Got enemies that I birthed these bars are for Postpartum So I tuck me the steal plate, they threatening me from behind a condom But you can’t scream, fuck me! Then feel safe you just Some people are praying I , I thought I was set up to Then Slaughterhouse came like nah So I live by a real simple philosophy If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, cant It’s not in my plan to , if I still happen to Is that even possible , keep that out of my reach Still I’m praying the shit get manifested Let the flow stage dive and hope for the fans to catch it If you ever persevered you should understand the message The rest, what they say, is history1Embed

Everything Lyrics CDs aint selling no more anyways, man Look at SoundScan I really dont think it matters if— Everything I do is number one, that makes you two And that spells trouble for me and you Cause thats how beef starts between crews And I dont mind if I debut at number two So why do you? If we make money, then why cant you Be satisfied with what you do? Its like our legacys pregnant, were plantin eggs every record Theyre beggin me to release a CD every other second But dont expect it, cause every time I get hit with that question I just deflect it, get Ca$his or 50s record and check it And Buck is out, like get these motherfuckers out fore I smack em Plus T.I. just dropped an album now, go out and get that one And I got a whole stable of artists whos able and fully capable Of holdin a label til I figure out when Im ready to drop Or maybe not, Shady, look how hot you were, on top You were pop, you were so popular, now youre not Youre a washed up entrepreneur, hows it possible? Well, its not If your little fickle minds wouldve caught on, but you didnt See, I dont rap for the green, I mean, I aint greedy But I also know what its like to be needy And I will never go back to poverty, see, it aint easy To try to step away from entertainment, separate it from CDs And every day it just seems like were beefin Even the medias meat eaters, they gotta give you something To read or you wont buy it, believe what you wanna believe Let em feed to you the BS, P.S., peace to T.I., you gon be aight And we out... Peace Hold ya head up, partner You know how we gonna do what were gonna do We gon touchdown, back up in the private charter planes We gon touchdown, you know we gon get it crackin man We gon touchdown, I told you aint no way to keep em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, they gon make a bigger riot When we touch—5Embed

Here Comes the Weekend Lyrics Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin like a siren We dont want no problems We dont like them, keep it moving Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens I just wanna play Big city, holiday So get out of my way If you know Whats better for ya Im tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time Were ticking like a bomb about to go Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin like a siren We dont look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Drink some pink champagne I dont know you yet But well forget so Fuck what they say Lets run the floor Until it breaks Im tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time Were ticking like a bomb about to go Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin like a siren We dont look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Yep, yep Nothing high class in my glass, only bottles I pop Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot Im prob-ably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc Im not Puffy, but Imma run the city tonight When I hit it, I might act like a fricking idiot Diddy mixed with a medieval knight Big city lights, little indignity Hot diggity, this Biggie is getting me hype I dont get some liquor, Ill hurt you, Ill knock your dick in the dirt Bickering worse than that bitch in that Snickers commercial A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hanging from the light fixture I hope you pricks are insured for this building cause were tearing it down Security, get out the fricking way, Jesus Chrysler LeBaron it’s loud I swear the only thing I hear is the sound Of sirens going Ahh, ahh Cause Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens 9Embed

N.I.G.G.A. Lyrics Niggas! Yeah—uh Niggas! Whos afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, Id rather draw than do time Dont fuck with mine cross the line My two 9s go BIYA BIYA when I shoot em Korean motherfuckers was crooked So niggas had to burn and loot em Now the streets aint safe at night, my niggas .. uhh, straight take his life So dont sleep when my team creep up, how we hit em Empty the clip, then dip cause we did em Lickin off shots for Latasha, thats proper Love for my niggas but a Glock for the coppers So what the fuck you wanna do now? I packed a 9 last year, in 99 Im packing two now And even if they pull they triggers They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas {Niggas!} Yeah, niggas - cant fuck with us {Niggas!} Yeah, niggas Cause bein a nigga means you love niggas, haha {Niggas!} I was raised in this society so theres no way you can Expect me to be a perfect person, cause Ima do what Ima do HA!!! Uhh.. Ayy yo! My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call em Bedrocks Niggas is like photographers, all they take is headshots Your last wordsll be, damn, whats all these red dots? Niggas nowadays they worry me My bars is therapy, as long as you using em thoroughly Muah til the day that they bury me My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably ever be And Im a product of the 70s The hood got niggas on punishment, thats why they never leave If I aint eating wit you, Im probably beefin wit you If no money aint involved aint no need for me speaking wit you I know you got a gun but Im hoping you keep it wit you Cause, unfortunately, Im one of the rappers that keep a pistol And know what the llama do Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D Block, and of course Amaru Lot of people honor you, probably cause the way That you used to bring the drama to, whoever you wanted to You a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But, anyway, life goes on So Ill see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do {Niggas!} Yeah, niggas - cant fuck with us {Niggas!} Yeah, niggas Cause bein a nigga means you love niggas, haha {Niggas!} I was raised in this society so theres no way you can Expect me to be a perfect person, cause Ima do what Ima do {Niggas!} Nigga! Cant fuck with us8Embed

Mr. Mathers Lyrics Mr. Mathers? Mr. Mathers! Mr. Mathers... Mr. Mathers, can you hear my voice? Okay, hes not responding Im gonna need an 18 gauge, left AC, right away Uh, BP is 90 over palp, respirations at eight Okay, Im tubing him DMC, this is medic 41 Medic 41, this is DMC base, MIC. Im Betty, go ahead Hes cold, spike a bag and grab the backboard Okay, got it; on three... one, two Lets move4Embed

Legendary Lyrics Im legendary, legen-legendary, Im le-le-legendary The theme song to my supplier, plays in the key of a ki, Im like a messiah Crossed with The Wire, rapping around the Boardwalk Empire Who brought their Bibles? This the Christ chapter Im sick enough to take my life then take your life after Dont take me light or play me light: we two of the same God melted the Rubiks cube into fluid and threw it into my intuitive brain Im eating food for moving music in the gratuitous lane Been through twice, now Im running through until Im through with the game! You can find me under a black cloud: Im a dark star Only thing I hate worse than a mark, is a marked car I climb mountains like Marvin Gaye, Tammy Terrell You could put a face on my style; itd be Sammy Cassells I switch the fire up like I am a tranny from Hell What I got in my hand right now should remind you of Stanley Burrell Cause its the hammer, the cannon, you can dance with the shells My pet peeves are granny panties and planning to fail Im a heavyweight; Im catastrophic When I set it like Farenheit 9/11, meditate til the levees break I tar and feather featherweights until my fetti straight The MAC-11ll clap your melon and give your ass spaghetti face You ever looked inside some dying eyes? Youll see surprise and realize theres no denying God When was the last time that you heard that the I in try? Ryan vibes like cyanide; I am proud To say that Ive evolved, theres only one I in defying odds Small-time arrogance perishes every time to giant pride Who yall respect is probably cross-dressing Your favorite MC can probably find himself, vibing to my Lost Sessions Im legendary Now everybody wanna believe me But they dont really know whats in my heart This time around its startin to feel easy My enemies starting to fall down My enemies starting to fall down Fall down Im legendary I got my noodles intact You want support of Detroit rap, niggas can Google this gat Cause we the reason why you eating, we put the food on the map Right where the mitten is and you aint do jack Just who we kidding here? This heres a different year So you shouldnt assume that Im tryna measure up to you When I tell you the ruler is back, in fact As far as you new kids, what have you did? I know that Ive burnt some bridges in the past, but Im happy to say that I built a new bridge As far as killing Im forever willing and ready I will make my childrens peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a machete You marry the streets then we will kill at your wedding Tell every guest at your reception they gon get more than just hit with confetti Now your bitch a believer You know what you get when you mix a bumblebee with a lamb? You get the Ghini Im sitting in Riding through Pittsburgh while Im listening to Wiz Khalifa Black and Yellow, the blunted joint: heres the reefer One minute you tough, one minute you shook I know, I learned a while ago, to hide power from you, I should just put it in a book You illiterate parasites: I kill you every time Throw a nigga body around the room, have a nigga looking like Jamiroquai And yes I, am a firm believer that the naked truth Looks a hundred times better than the best-dressed lie And why you niggas is hating? I wonder is God really an atheist? He made me the same temperature as his nemesis Satan Yall need to repent cause yall been imitating A statue of me, to you is a statute of limitations You backwards as me and a feminist dating Lets tally the sales like Gladys and Patti LaBelle: Im a big wig My straws in the hole of a volcano: Im having a big swig Now everybody wanna believe me But they dont really know whats in my heart This time around its startin to feel easy My enemies starting to fall down My enemies starting to fall down Fall down Im legendary5Embed

Freak Lyrics Turntable Mixing Heyy!! Oow!! Yeah Sup nigga Everyone in da club Yeah Porter on a track, nigga Anyway You say Im cold to the touch Could told you this much As I go for the gusto bending you over the hutch But youre ready to spread Cant tell if youre sweating ....Probably, what? Here to settle down... Nurse Want me to do all the things Remodel Yo deck I said you have balls Incurable Oh, shove a toilet Thousand states, cause I enjoy it Insykeable Make a commitment and taking that step with a Fit-bit and Only you can think about me, my figment....9Embed

So Many Styles Lyrics Kick a hypest lyric every time I run up on a track You know Im not wack, you have to step back Cause if you dont, Ill prove that Im the mac Every time I kick a lyric tune it to two-ninety-five Yo, do you find me live? If you dont then thats all right, cause Ill just grab the microphone And I just got to get so hype when I speak in a hyper tone Theres so many styles I might get thrown, and heres a place where I like to roam And all the girls that I like to bone Have the big butts, no they dont, cause I dont like that nigga shit Im just here to make a bigger hit When I be kickin the hypest dopest rhymes Just say that Eminem is the best MC in of all times Yeah2Embed

Coffin Lyrics Slaughterhouse! Bus-a-Bus! Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fucking exit! Joe Budden, come on! Barge our way through, they wouldnt open the door First time high, they couldnt know it was raw You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought What up, what up, what up? Speed dial a coroner Done with subliminals, now Im talking to all of ya Try my patience, wearing it thin I put my prints in your heart without piercing the skin What up, what up, what up? I only need knuckles Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle Before they love you, they gotta hate you They say that real recognize real dog, you can spot fake too Yall know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin Knick-knack, paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone Click-clack, acrobatic coward with the chrome Purchase another casket, Im murdering ya bastards My Desert Eagles a bird, dirty little rachet Lose a part of ya when the hollow one touch ya Screaming Oh ahh, when I Bus-a-Bus ya I dress my baby up, she got a custom muffler She be like pew-pew you be like uh, uh, uh Can you lean with it? Can you drop with it? Next time I tell you shoo, put a sock in it What up, what up, what up? Act calm chief We Sasquatch beef, big foot up your butt, shut up Yall know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin The most beautifulest thing in this world Are the funerals I bring to this world What up, what up, what up? Give me the beat, Imma body it John Gotti it, Crooked probably bodied the audience What up, what up, what up? Then Im tryna find a whore Dig in that vagina like Im mining for diamonds or Im tryna find China or some kind of dinosaur Try to score like Kentucky in the final four Yeah, you niggas still wussies My gun is my other dick, cause it kill pussies Im hood, you good? Im just checking homie Still hammer dancing, two stepping with my weapon on...me Yall know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin I said if I aint fucking with you, you can suck a short for Richard Until you hiccup, hiccup, need I say...more? Listening to a free beat by Dre in some free Beats by Dre...or Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it, I play catch with the body Of Bernie from Weekend at Bernies with Crooked this evening Im up in yall spot with Jersey Joe Walcott And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason What up, what up, what up? Fuck all the singing Im about to be a rich nigga and waste the whole last bar screaming You ready? AAAAHHHH Yall know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin What up, what up, what up? Buy another coffin Yeah, whats up world? Ha-ha, we here You ready? AAAAHHHH7Embed

Things Get Worse Lyrics There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just How far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo She told me Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat, And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna rassle? I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil Just in case I aint dope enough with the raps, though Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole Cause I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektras cuter Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krueger They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra- Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause... There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just How far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better I guess for him to stop is impossible He just picked up another prostitute in the parking lot of the hospital And beat her over the head mercilessly and left her for dead He thought she was, cause otherwise he would never have left Miraculously, she survived the attack Even after his accuracy after he hacked the pussy with an axe What are the odds that shed be back? He grabbed his encyclopedia off of the top of his fucking CD rack Hit her with that then he threw her into the TV, ah! Im not playing, Rihanna, whered you get the VD at? Motherfuck the media! Im reading ya something strictly from me to ya Straight off the paper and this ones a freebie Jack Let me add my two cents, of course I side with Chris Brown Id beat a bitch down too if she gave my dick an itch, now Its just ridiculous how much this kind of sit-ow- Ation can make her stink, how much gangster shit can he dish out? There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just How far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better Oh my gosh, I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer! Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle Its like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya My God, ya psychologically fucked Michaeld like an apology, what? Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts I’m as cold as a motherfucking icicle, Im a nut I aint nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut The poster addict for post-traumatic stress I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers I can hear him start to gather I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just How far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better3Embed

Hit Me with Your Best Shot Lyrics Honorable C.N.O.T.E.​ Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rapping I guess that makes me the captain , hit the mattress Pistol-packing , sick assassin Hit the gas and , get to mashing D12 broke up? Who you bitches asking? Our cliques relaxing in the hills of Aspen Popping pills and Aspirin And Im the machine that brought Marshall back to life Told him that my rhymes just have to be tight So I figured that I would grab the mic Like a nigga bout to rhyme right after Christ Sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonight Grab an O and I have to light Thats only right Living like a rock star is the only life! And we are six grown men who are old friends To my nigga Bugz, DeShaun Holton All the way down, Ima hold them D12, nigga, till the world end Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! A lot of niggas try to underestimate me Till I come back with vengeance and slice their trachea Yall been placed on a contract for hating Ima waste them, one by one, for tainting My ability to kill a facility, Ima send them to Satan Fast as a child rapist facing Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waiting They gon lock me up under the basement Im a one-man army, marine, and navy You done made me angry, Im crazy, insane And maybe I bite the face of your baby For anyone who try to diss Proof or Hailie Ima break their Halo, put them on the reapers payroll Erase them and hang they soul It aint no hoes here, McVay got a scroll With names on it, dipped in blood, man, Im cold Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! I know you thought we were done, we rose up Got a gun to make your whole inside fold up They hit us with the best shot and were still standing So tell the world it can lick our scrotum Straight soldiers, who wanna stunt? Who wanna be the fall guy? Who want the pump? Who wanna get slumped just for looking at me sideways? Every time I roll up, Ima keep it blunt Where did yall run when we almost lost Marshall? Yall did it big like Costco And we back in this bitch like a tampon Still, talk dirty, Ems clean like a bar of soap And you will soon slip on some buffoon shit My hands on a sweeper, yours on a broomstick So stop looking all stupid, Im rude and abusive And strapped, dont make me use it Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! I came in this game with bad intentions And I aint budged, not even an inch since then Im stubborn, evil, and insensitive Im like nothing you ever seen, pencil in Hand, its like Im holding the insulin So you might wanna button it like Benjamin I aint frightened of nothing, I injure men Step right in this mark with my henchmen and Walk, straight to the stage I aint here to cause trouble, get the fuck out my face Fall back, little cocksucker I aint A&W, dont get your cold mugs in my way Get em? Shattered, fucking A Been this way since B.C., what can I say? Im stuck in my ways like double stick tape Dont get turned to a vegetable, dick face! You aint Superman, stay in your lane, Lois D12 spitting flames like flamethrowers Spit till we get sprained jaws with metaphors That cut with the same force as chainsaws Hope youre coming with your A game Cause things have changed and this game isnt the same game, boys The stakes have been raised, better make lemonade When they give you lemons, if they want us, let em aim for us Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place! Come on! Put me in my place!6Embed

Letter to Tupac’s Mother LyricsDear Afeni Sorry if it looks a little sloppy, I couldve done a little better if I had the right pencils. Instead, I had to draw it in pen. Plus, I just kind of thought of the idea a little too late. But Ive been drawing since I was 10, and I thought you might like it. Anyways, thank you for always being so kind to me. You are a true Queen, and I mean that in every sense of the word. I will never forget the opportunities you have given me. You will always be in my heart, my thoughts, and my prayers. As I have said before, you have no idea how much your son and his music has inspired, not only the Hip Hop world, but, speaking for myself, has inspired my whole career. He was, and still is, the true definition of a Soldier. When I was feeling at my worst; I knew I could put that 2Pac tape in, and suddenly, things werent so bad. He gave me the courage to stand up and say Fk the world! This is who I am! And if you dont like it, go fk yourself! Thank you for giving us his spirit, and yours! God Bless you! Love Marshall17Embed

’Till I Collapse Lyrics G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-unit 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dreamteam We got to get the get-well cards Niggas is sick Feel this Motion picture shit Hahahaha Now dont think I wont hit you because Im popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping, Ima give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with sixteen shots for ya You never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe Because a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you aint been through what I been through You not like me, and Im not like you Im like an animal with it when I spit it, its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryin to play me One shot is not enough, you need least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start to feeling woozy I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core, nigga, you cant move me I find my space at the top, I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells to your convertible Lotus You notice, richer or poor, hollows still go through your door, this is war You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Green Lantern G-Unit Records Anger Management Tour, homie3Embed

Touch It Lyrics Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, start – format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, start – format it Oh, now you know who the God be Back runnin the city And you know who the squad Flipmode Look see aint nothin changed Back with the remix With the Queens When you see me in the spot Better respect each other Yall already know where Im rep Aint no reason to check it And I know that You aint messing with me Just for the record So instead Imma let Mary J. Blige Come and set it Maybe you can guess Who it is Mary J. Blige, Im bout to Handle my biz Im on my grown woman Still I rep for the kids In every hood, and all my peoples Doin a bid Now you know Whos really the Queen, deliver the mail Seven Hundred Thirty Thousand First week of my sales The haters plot and they watch Lookin all pale; While Im on a yacht, overseas Doin my nails Now he sittin there, lookin stuck He thinkin cause he spent A little dough, Im gon fuck. If money aint a thing Im sayin let a chick know; Type to empty an account How far you willin to go? Now he hoppin on the jet He aint wasting no time Told me all expenses paid Any place I could find Hit the islands in the Winter Trickin all on his dime Aint no alpha in this world Who is better than mine They wanna Im jinglin baby Dont I look charmin Put your lips up on me Kiss it, touch it, good Yes I wish you would You like to see me When I dip, baby, dip Dont I look like I got Beyonces hips Lookin like I could be Nia Long Boy, you smokin that Cheech and Chong I know what it feels like I been gone for a minute But Im back Chinchilla on with a fitted Everybody talk money Everybody gon live it That bowl of bread smaller Than the arm And you know Im doin my thing Its blue in the ring If you had it like this You probably do it the same But you wont cause you broke All you do is complain After the club, Imma put a few In the range and let em Five boroughs of death You dont understand I got New York City In the palm of my hand Now I could make a tight fist And let it crumble ridiculous Or I could smack the world With a New York Nemesis I got Staten Island on my pinky Queens on my thumb, dude The Bronx on my middle Finger screamin F you Rock Ice in Manhattan So theres the ring finger; You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger Swizz is the monster, X is the beast; Fuckin with Bus, everyday is a feast Stay off the streets Im tired of talkin to yall niggas; Im stickin a fork in yall niggas When I hit em, man That truck come get em, man Roughed up how I did em, man Aint no remorse for the corpse, truth is Cant I.D. the body, nigga toothless As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact, BOOM on the track Contact! Guess whos back? Everybody in the place take a look at the face I disappeared without a trace, hes a little high, aint he? New year, ooh yeah, whos here, new gear Full gear, spookier, AAH! AAH! AAH! Im bout to scream at the top of my lungs And I dont even know why Im screamin, AAH! AAH! AAH! And Im screamin on the wrong part of the song Bus, you did it again, lets turn it up more Lets turn it up loud, let em know we aint playin And I dont even know what the chorus is sayin Just give me the beat, Bus, with THE BIG BANG!3Embed

Thus Far Lyrics Perhaps I should mention that we have decided that this The flip, or homicide, is a little special A little too macabre for the squeamish Therefore, we have labeled it—10Embed

Instigator Lyrics Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, til it hurts to breathe. Fuck with me I love getting shit started. I instigate a peace talk Into a beef talk until police need chalk To chalk you up. Have bitches walking up Smacking you in your face; screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Ran his pockets and stuck him Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit I lock down your block with lies thats so believable Youll run and grab your shotguns, Glocks and nines Walking blind; excite fights until they erupt Instigate my own death cause killing you aint enough I dont give a fuck if we beefing or not: Ill squeeze first Imma heat up your spot; Im a nigga that breathe dirt On these streets every day, snatching niggas yay How you bitches needing work, you can get it from McVay Im despiteful, I tie a ho; a maniacal foul animal Liable to leave you strapped with your bible Im psycho; my bullets wont fly by you You wanna kill me? You got the right to Aint gotta wait til night to snipe you: if I dont like you You getting hit in broad daylight with a white rifle In front of your window: Im looking right through I love when I see a nigga get stuck Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, til it hurts to breathe. Fuck with me Drama tends to follow me, I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a lobotomy; nigga, this ones to my arteries Guns are a part of me: I pack more than pottery I oughta be jailed for depicted mockery Egg on fights to plot on the niggas that shot at me I dont twist the truth I just make it Gothic, see Im nothing but a liar with a big-ass mouth Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you, I rap with him but I dont like Proof Nigga, fuck you. Me and Swift got plans to jump you Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you Convince a tenth-grader To run up inside his classroom and leave the kids Bitch, straight-up. This is the season For squeezing off triggers on niggas for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out, better use it til the bullets run out Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, til it hurts to breathe. Fuck with me I throw a brick at your crib, have you standing on the porch Screaming Look what you did! I aint feeling no remorse Nigga, just pick up the kids. Swift got first dibs With these cherry-hot slugs thatll barbecue your ribs Im preparing deathbeds. Quick to bust lead While Im staring at the Feds, tearing off they legs Once you drop dead, theyll be swearing its a plague Im sicker than a coke Rastafarian with dreads You get shanked if you move; ditched with no clues Dopest shit on yo tape was yo skits and interludes And once I finish you, they wouldnt put it in the news Im nuts, so you hoes aint got the guts to interview Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak Nigga, cant you see? Aint nobody worse than me Ill be the first to beef First to squeeze, til it hurts to breathe. Fuck with me Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator Im an instigator7Embed

Til the End Lyrics{alarm clock goes off, door opens, kids playing} {sounds of traffic, gun being loaded, shots fired} Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last nights pussy, the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare, mind on a C-note You leave the door with intentions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked, thinkin bout whos your man or who isnt Maybe its necessary - maybe youre overreactin Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that youre clappin Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin the actions Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corner, cause death is promised You done seen some niggas go before ya, the threats are honest And with that lingerin in the back of your head You know its possible that you wont make it back in your bed The confusion and jealousy and dishonorll spin ya But then none come worse than when that gunpowders in ya If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the few I would take a bullet fo Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da The smell of marijuana reeks off me I raise hell fore I speak softly, caught in the mix Put at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6 Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix We aint never left the hood, so we camcorded the trips I done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks, shit The slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me Im a bachelor, nigga you aint knockin my lady A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately And I hope you catch this long nap, rock-a-bye baby We two brothers, pitched outta different mommas Close enough to conflict and put the shit behind us Your baby boy meet the daytime Oldest watchin and these niggas tryin to get mine Remember back then the lines in your flat top Hopin your moms aint the momma on crack rock If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the few I would take a bullet fo Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the sky I never really smile much, if you was here youd know why Theres frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us fore the game took us inside Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib And handsomes one of the things they been callin the kid They watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones If you aint tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS home I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome And Im blowin on some of the finest weed thats grown, homes You wont know when they gon dump a slug But you can tell Im gettin money from the line out in front the club My whole click caked up, you cant compare the dough And if its only one bitch, then we gon share the ho If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the few I would take a bullet fo Lets toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da {sounds of children playing} la da da .. la da da {sounds of door opening, alarm clock going off, harmonica playing}6Embed

8 Mile: D’Phuzion vs B-Rabbit Lyrics Yo, B-Rabbit This silly rabbit don’t like lettuce I heard he like dicks Faggot niggas, with ponytails and lipstick Im for real; don’t give a fuck, what What, ohh It’s like this; east side is where Im from You got beef hit me on the streets with a badge and a gun Fuck the badge; Im coming through with black mags Bout to do this B-Rabbit nigga cause hes a fag Like I said earlier in the clause I stated that in my, oh shit Aight look I can see that I’m put to the test Battling this chick, with no breasts And why I gotta battle a chick Especially one that’s whack, wit a dick? So you a dope MC? Don’t get mad, start taking your period out on me ‘Cause I ain’t done shit to you What’s your name, Diffusion? Well then I guess I gotta diffuse you This ain’t something I’m used to Why the fuck did Future even introduce you? I really don’t understand Why this chick is up here right now and wants to be a man On this mic it’s rat-a-tat-tat Why the fuck am I standing here battling Da Brat? You don’t really even wanna see this On this microphone, I will eat your fucking fetus Yo8Embed

It Has Been Said Lyrics It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah Its scary, aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched, so many piggybacked off of Biggies back and Pacs, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact; its so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lives And make it up out of em, hit the spotlights And, once theyre on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us To see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from Its origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving Or it could just be somebodys aura, that just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entou-rage that intimidates the people To the point that you know that hes gangster He aint just say shit, you just believe it Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big Im been about my business since then, so anxious It aint how we live, its what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, Im experiencing the same sights as him Its what excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so theres no limit in them skies When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican Id so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So possibly Id be popular, huh? Thats the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion And Im addressing the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace This is a promise on Diddys honor, Im a father TYanna And teach her that with all the drama dont even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, Im yelling God bless Regardless to critics yelling that East/West I seen the game losing, Im just pressing the reset And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally Ima pay homage, Brooklyns finest Whether its Queens or Harlem itll be instant stardom, nigga 6Embed

My Toy Soldier Lyrics You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggas is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Listen up close now, follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I aint got no conscience no morals or nothin They aint wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch em Heres what to do if you see him approach me Pop that nigga, I dont care if he know me Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I dont trust em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the Ds in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know bout how I clap heat Run like Im in a track meet, swift with the mac, B You can see the envy in they eyes fo sho mayn Mad as a motherfucker that Im holdin See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin Quick to make examples out of niggas fo sho man, hold me down I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Shoot, stab, kill muhfucker If you aint bout it I dont want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo assll melt Barber razor in the club, stunt - Ill give you a shape up Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up Niggas know how I get down, see they know when Im around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down Its no surprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined, plus we militant I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Two windows to a mans soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. Im the man for the job So if he aint.. Im in that two-door Phantom and the bodys kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggas scheme, but the infrared beams on the mack Ill put green on yo head like an Oakland As hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries His last casualties, is hooked to them IVs thats when I squeeze Click-clack, take that, fall back Its a contract, 50 grand, Im 50 man I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Yeah! This is the general speakin When I say move nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I dont want nobody talkin to none of my niggas Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit Thats how my toys malfunction3Embed

Final Day Lyrics 16 on Death Row, Death Row Thats where mothafuckas is endin up 16 on Death Row Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death Todays my final day, Im countin every breath Im bitter ‘cause Im dying, so much I havent seen I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society That doesnt give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preachers there for me Hes a crook with a book That mothafucka never cared for me Hes only here to be sure I dont drop a dime to God About the crimes hes committin on the poor And how can these people judge me? They aint my peers, and in all these years They aint never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan To keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin mothafuckas Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas ‘Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, youre better off gettin shot up Im convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I wouldve known while I was out there Now Im straight headin for the chair Bye bye, I was never meant to live Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy Lets face it, shit, basically theyre just playing sick They aint shit, they aint saying shit; spray em, 50! A to the K, get in the way Ill bring 2Pac and them with me And turn this day into fucking mayhem You staying with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi And just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know whats coming? You motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top; what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put your life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers Theres nothing spookier You now about to witness the power 16 on Death Row Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row Check it, I grew up a fucking screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fucking blew up Chopping rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missing Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Im sentenced to the pen Remember that little bird? He snitched and told a friend Its trouble on my mind, Im with the old-timers And fuck five-0! Blaow, blaow! Turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death RowEmbed

Till I Die LyricsHook 1: 2Pac] When I be thuggin til I die When I be thuggin til I die When I be thuggin til I die Til I die Til I die Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! Techs in the place, everybody get mainy Punks better cuff your lady, cant nobody tame me Blame me, for keepin her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin out they panties Girls on the jock , pocket full of socks Got a fat knot , somethin gone squat Down, puttin it down, down for the block? Tryin to be hot, but you flop Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN!!! I aint never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holler Gettin throwed, rippin shows for a bigger dollar Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody toothless Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best You finna to see me in the TV with a few guest We bout to bubble baby, get you waterproof vest When I be thuggin til I die When I be thuggin til I die When I be thuggin til I die Never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know its me You can bet your last dollar, Ill dick em and holla Ridin these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas Jump up and get your ass shot up For my profit pick my Glock up Im bustin with self-defense, you see Poppin nobody got em, holla Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal Niggas is too through, true to the game I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, Im… ‘Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin niggas for they watch and chain? Kick back, lil nigga, and watch the game when I be thuggin til I die when I be thuggin til I die when I be thuggin til I die Never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! I spit it slow so these kids know that Im talkin to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em Im like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it Dont even try it, youll look stupid, do not pursue it Dont ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen Motherfuckers know that Ill never be Marshall again Full of controversy until I retire my jersey Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity when I be thuggin til I die when I be thuggin til I die when I be thuggin til I die Never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL! Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me SO FUCK EM ALL!Embed

8 Mile: Lily’s Lullaby Lyrics I know this girl, her name is Lily And its past her bed-T-I-M-E She goes to sleep and she can just dream And not have to be in a stinky trailer with me So when I feel blue, dont know what to do I look at you, and I just say- pfft1Embed

Fuck You Lyrics Yea, yea, we back again, we doin our shit, yo Word up, I wanna hear some fly shit You know what Im sayin, some get high shit Word up, I wanna hear some white boy shit, man Yo, I wanna hear some Eminem, man Talkin about all that shit he be doin You aint into fuckin drugs, fuck you You dont do ecstasy, fuck you You dont pop mushrooms, fuck you If you dont wanna tab of acid, fuck you Im nauseous in this place, I need some office space The boss is late, I wanna slap the mustache right off his face Im ready to go postal, Im so close I can almost feel his throat with no pulse when I choke him In ten seconds Imma turn into Hulk Hogan With a cigarette in his mouth He tells me theres no smokin Im sick of this shit, its ridiculous All I picture is kickin his ass When hes taking his ashes and flickin em Im sick of these stamps Im sick of lickin em, sick of stickin em Im sick of lookin at em, Im sick of em Alright, Mr. Mathers, pick em up! No you pick em up! Bitch, stick em up Get against the wall, senior citizens and all I cant take this shit no more, everybody hit the floor Get the door, close it and lock it Put your wallets back in your pocket, I dont want dollars Aint none of us walkin out of this office Faggot, fuck you, work at the post office, fuck you Talkin shit to me, tellin me to take out The goddamn garbage, fuck you If youre a fuckin dick, fuck you If youre a white rapper, fuck you Talk shit about Stretch? Youre cool But if you dont talk shit about Stretch, fuck you If youre a fuckin punk, fuck you Talk shit about me, fuck you You wanna battle me, fuck you I aint got to say shit to you but fuck you5Embed

Welcome To Planet X Lyrics I live in a world thats different than your world Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy Those things dont exist in my world anymore Welcome to my world Welcome to Planet X motherfucker It used to be parks Used to be jungle gyms Now they just stories passed down orally from my great-grandmother Nem It used to be public pools Kids loved to swim til the summers end Now its enough poison in the water to slaughter your son and your daughter You can blame the government Let me tell you how it all started The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich couldnt stand the stench of the dirt Poor of course who had the world oversaturated So a new world order was activated No more black, no more white, no more brown, no more yellow, no more red Just high born citizens and low born citizens And all that race shit was eradicated Youre either rich or youre poor now Digital identity chip implanted in everybody born now Being poor is like fighting a war now No energy to fight the real enemy because youre worn out Living life on a tight rope, but the trickery is the tight rope Its slippery as a ice slope Every second somebody is falling off So we figure we embrace the misery Nigga we never liked hope Cause hope was the buzzword That they used to brainwash us, fuck that, we unlearn Now the rich people concerned Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm Whats that in the distance? You fucked slums raw til they gave birth to a resistance You scared looking at your window You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences One by one they all come slow to meet their fates And two by two I bury them in the shallow graves And three by three theyve come at me, their guns and swords were drawn Now four by four before the Lord theyll choose a witchy spawn Cause were coming for you La la la la la were coming for you La la la la la were coming for you Yo, what you gon do now? Its too late for talking, Im in your face with the tool out Foot wearing the other shoe now The chickens came home to roost now Who got the juice now? Aye yo, what you gon do now? You want the truce now? Im in your face with the tool out Foot wearing the other shoe now The chickens came home to roost now Who got the juice now? Oil addiction, water pollution Soil contamination and over consumption Wiped out two thirds of the planets fresh water And crop reserves creating a vast wasteland on a global scale One by one they all come slow to meet their fates And two by two I bury them in the shallow graves And three by three theyve come at me, their guns and swords were drawn Now four by four before the Lord theyll choose a witchy spawn Cause were coming for you La la la la la were coming for you 15Embed

Superstar Lyrics You know, people just dont... People just dont see How much work is really involved in this rap shit I didnt know it, I didnt see it I never saw it until I was actually in it You really gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see you smile You always gotta put on that fake... You know what Im sayin? No matter what you just been through Shit has gotta be right So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up To rock crowds, make money Chill with the honeys Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me Shits funny How impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin with it Never the less you got to go for the gusto But you dont know about the blood sweat and tears And losin some of your peers And losin some of your self Through the years past, gone by Hopefully it dont manifest for the wrong guy Egomaniac and the brainiac Dont know how to act Shits deep 48 tracks Studio gangsta mack Signed a deal, thinks hes gonna make a mil But never will Til he crosses over, still Fillin your head with fantasies Come with me Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz And take shit from people who dont know what it is I wish it was all fun and games But the price of fame is high And some cant pay to play Feelin trapped in What you rappin about Tell me what happened when you lost clout The route you took started collapsin No fans, no fame No respect, no change No women And everybody shits on your name So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly When you sign to a record label You dont know you sign your life over And these white boys dont care about you Cause the minute you fall off Theyll find another Noreaga And theyll find another Capone-N-Noreaga And theyll find another B-Real So you need to just keep Stack your chips up Do what you gotta do while you hot And motherfuckin get out the game Just stick to the drug game Its even worse because in the drug game If somebody jerk you You can shoot em and kill em and If you, in this game if somebody jerk you You gotta be humble No matter what you just been through Shit has gotta be right You gotta approach people You gotta be on the up and up And everythings gotta be all good When you see someone, slap hands with em You know what Im sayin Give em a pound or whatever it is, you know But you always gotta act like it aint shit So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly My own son dont know me Sittin up in the hotel room lonely But I thank God Im wit my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or videos Cuz they show me no love The phony gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by Sony Im in the middle like Monie And the press say that My own people disown me And the best way back Is to keep your head straight Never inflate the cranium Your crew worried about them honies at The Palladium Who just wanna cling on and swing on And so on and go on and fall off The hoes fall off To the next rap superstar Wit no shame give him a year And theyll be right out the game The same as the last one Who came before him Gained fame Started gettin ignored I warned him Assured him This aint easy take it from Weezy Sleezy people wanna be cheesey They talkin evil So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house, five cars, youre in charge Comin up in the world Dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly9Embed

Paul Lyrics Hey Em, its Paul, uh, listen, I just got a call from the label And youre probably not gonna be surprised but, um Michael Jackson is extremely upset about the Just Lose It video And, um, I mean hes pissed, so I-I dont know what hes gonna do But we gotta talk about how were gonna handle this Um, oh yeah, anyway, somebody told me that, um They heard a rumor that you got a new gun Um, I know its probably not true But I just need to talk to you about that So, um, gimme a call4Embed

Peep Show Lyrics When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down This is what it sounds like when Im breakin it down Yeah, Im breakin it down Man, this is what it feels like when Im breakin it down When youre breaking it down, keep breakin it down Its not my fault Its not my fault Im hot, man, its not my fault Its not my fault Til the sun comes up every night We party and we party til daylight We be gettin it in, come on, we gettin it in Little Hennessy, a little juice and gin Its not a fantasy , its not pretend We gon do it, we gon do it, we gon do it again Til the sun comes up every night We party and we party til daylight I shouldnt have to tell you, shorty, you should know Im really really gettin into your freakshow You give me a little, baby, then Ima want mo O.D.B. said it, I like it raw! Exotic, erotic, were movin on the floor Enough to make a nigga lose control Im down to go wherever you wan go You got a man, I keep it on the low I do my thing, you know I gets my dough I got a few stacks me and you could blow We headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down They say Im not the same, its cause Im filthy, man Im off the chain, I dont play no games Im hustlin hard, homie, I do my thang You fuck with the paper, then watch the hammer go bang Now, shorty, I like the way she move them hips Im tryna get her in my bedroom and shit We could take a long time or get it done quick We can camcord this shit, make a boom-boom flick Its oh so many places that we can go I really want you, shorty, shorty, now you should know Girl, your bodys callin me, hear you loud and clear We aint got to leave now, we can do it right here On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down The way you move You make me lose All control I know you know Youre so seductive, you make me wanna touch it I aint got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you Im feelin your style, you better watch me now My tonguell be in your mouth, my handsll be in your blouse When you get me aroused, you put a spell on me Man, if I cant have you, Ima go crazy I want you bad now, and if you want me Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now Come to me now, you dont come to me now Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch Shackled in the house, Ill be back in about Twenty minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask The way you wiggle around and giggle in that cage I knew I couldnt wait to get you off that stage From the moment I met you, had to let you know I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do You makin me feel like Im in middle school still You squeal like a little girl, youre pitiful, chill We gon fuck, I just popped this little blue pill You can leave, but wait, I gotta shit on you still {phbbt} I shouldnt have to say it, shorty, you should know I hope you really gettin into my creepshow Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Its not my fault Its not my fault I could break it down, its not my fault Its not my fault Can you break it down? Its not my fault Its not my fault I can break it down, its not my fault Its not my fault Can you break it down? Its not my fault 8Embed

Dead Wrong Lyrics Bad Boy baby Yeah Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A Yeah Yeah B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again Come on Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy The weak or the strong Who got it goin on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin on? Youre dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary, full of grace Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House Of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin Around and Jump-in Around Jacked her then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G Then I bust in her E-Y-E Repeat Chorus Twice Theres several different levels to Devil worshippin: horses heads Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism Animals having sex with em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I dont get into that, I kick the habit, I just Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, Im lyin I got a nine in my pocket, and baby Im just Dyin to cock him Hes ready for war Im ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz is as Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didnt have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread Red on the wall Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then shes dead on the fourth Im dead wrong Repeat Chorus Twice How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? How many nuts to the center of your booty hole? Hold on, shorty, cause Im about to slap this groupie nigga Jab this fluesy nigga, watch em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga Spooky nigga, you gettin skinny like you Pookie, nigga Blood spill got you laggin out like that soupie nigga Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin on the frank mic Watch em dyin slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color My goons lay the flood, leave you layin, drippin blood Then ended up fingerfuckin your mother at a strip club We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother Fuck it We thug rugged to the tenth power Like B.I.G. was listenin So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours Another dick Hear the click of my gun cock Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box Gimme that! Twenty-focused and Im sorry Campbell Im taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper Repeat Chorus Til Fade2Embed

Fuckin’ Backstabber Lyrics Fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit to last me clear to the end I shouldve been able to see that you were the one behind this But I was blind as fuck to think that you Werent the kind that stuck some one in the spine this It was as if our friendship broke in half And I watch you turn everything into a game and joke and laugh And both of us know we cant discuss the situation like adults Each confrontation just results in accusations and insults So Ima just let it go for now, and leave you be Its over now; what goes around comes back around Believe you me, lay low for now; come here, you fuckin… Come here, you fuckin backstabber! Why I oughta beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha Come here, you fuckin backstabber! Why I oughta beat a nigga thats up to no good, haha Fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit to last me clear to the end Why dont you take a second to stop And think about what you done And you want to call that being a friend That isnt what you want All because of what, you run your mouth You wanna prance around and gloat? Lets see how well you dance around When I got my hands around your throat ‘Cause its a matter of time till I get my blows in And it wont be long You shouldnt go walkin around And stickin your nose in where it dont belong ‘Cause every time you talked When you was stretchin the truth Theres gonna be one more flyin knuckle Youre gonna catch in the tooth Look it, come here, you fuckin… Come here, you fuckin backstabber! Why I oughta beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha Come here, you little backstabber! Why I oughta beat a nigga thats up to no good, haha Fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit to last me clear to the end Come here, you lil double-crossing Going-behind-my-back snitcher Good-for-nothin-but-trouble-causing, instigatin fact switcher You were the least that I suspected Til the puzzle fell into place with every piece that I selected But Ill never let that crap happen again You come back blabbin again Catch it smack dab in the chin; thats for backstabbin a friend ‘Cause every name in the book wouldnt be enough So I just figured Id say your name in the hook Check it out, come here, you fuckin… Come here, you fuckin backstabber! Why I oughta beat a bitch nigga from the hood, haha Come here, you little backstabber! Why I oughta beat a nigga thats up to no good, haha Fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit to last me clear to the end Backstabbers dont live too long. Around my way friendships betrayed; in the hood you die for that! For those that dont love this combat and verbally say this This could relate to the death of a backstabber Thats like the desire to make total discombobulation and combustion of the neck The backstabber for the female, you skeezin ass bitch nigga! So remember, the backstabber always loses in the end A friend is a friend to the end F-R-I for Fri, E-N-D a friend for the end, yes, to eternity The backstabber shall never flourish; take em out...31Embed

Walk of Shame Lyrics You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you gotta go that way You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you, but-but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of Six in the morning, dont even know your name Even though Im glad that you came, Im sorry, but Instead of tryna parler, why dont you make Like heavens having a soiree? The partys up No disrespect to you, I just met you, you special but would you And even though I feel you fly, my incidental bills too high, sorry Here, put my number in your phone so we can talk again That walk to the lobby you got, we call that the walk of shame I dont know what room Joeys in, or wheres your friend I dont know your friend, no offense but Goodbye, muah You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you gotta go that way You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you, but-but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of It all started when she stuck out her rear Top bunk of the tour bus, she getting dug out up here It felt like we could have hung out a year But I was thinking with my dick, now bitch get the fuck out of here Im sorry that I did your girl reckless I fed her a squirrel breakfast, she left with a pearl necklace That big old ass had to be felt on Or else it’s just a waste like the space, I put my belt on Now tell me what the hell is wrong Fed with your ex, you get sex and get mailed home Thugnificant tells em go that way Then I send that bitch a smiley face You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you gotta go that way You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you, but-but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of Cab on speed dial, I aint with devotion Aint buying what youre selling, nah, I aint drinking the potion Plan like anything slow motion But a sweet baby Jesus when the franks in the ocean I dont know magic tricks, but youll see plenty soon Amazing how good one night stand in this empty room She got gall, being the noise she had at breakfast I tell her role play and be a voyeur with the exit No, you dont get a key to the crib You can be my wife for a hour get me in your rib but then you And this party aint unusual Shes sorry she came, Im sorry its not mutual You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you gotta go that way You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you, but-but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of Yeah, last night was fun, but that look like the sun So yeah, last night is done and um I know, Im sad too, dont forget your earrings Oh, these aint yours? My bad, but heres your bag, boo Your hair looks fine; I swear, your hair looks fine Plus nobody care, you a dime but look at the time, girl I got shit to do but next time Im in town you got my word Imma get with you, now where the fuck is this missing shoe? When I go in tour I find me a ho for sure With open jaws and cute knees that both go on floors Ginas and Pams, I aint tryna be Cole But in the words of Martin: you aint gotta go home but You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you gotta go that way You gotta go, you-you gotta go, you-you gotta go, you, but-but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do the walk of 1Embed

Freestyle Lyrics Yo, its Kuniva, Ill cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor And cock the hammer back like Tim The Tool Man Taylor You best be on your best behavior before I slay ya And watch the video of your life with your Lord Savior I can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gun And Dirty Dozen cross my arm and it aint a secret, get scared And be nervous ‘cause Ima be in jail in a cell with C-Murder Shady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to him He saved my life, I owe it too him, so compare it to anybody I serve you on a platter, your words dont even matter You all you leavin badder Im a hazard without bowl and loop doop I shoot through people at super markets While they ringin up your fruit loops You challengers get pushed off banisters Im unavoidable like anvals, droppin on toon characters Im the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packer I reach back for the necks, choppin your feet faster Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards The pops for result of havin a meet in maggots When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets You bleed rapid, poppin all in your lead actors Speed and acids when I mourn, didnt even ask for it Techniques hazardous, you needin Jesus of Nazereth To see whats happenin, means havin your teeth chatterin Speak battlin, heat splatter your peeps abdomin Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin I breathe action, if you dont believe ask him Im sick of bitches, man, I done heard enough shit Talk a lot of mouth like they wanna do it Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid Then they start runnin, screamin like they God called them And I called them back and then pulled a crackin in Stick my dick up in and make them rap again They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me Kon Artis, youre my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby I cant be your hub, baby, I aint gettin married Im stand fuckin bitches, it really very scary My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make em all keep drippin You niggas know I never really be trippin, my beats bang Make ears bleed through Walkmans Thats why people ignore you like you aint even talkin You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis, I cut you off Pickin that gang green, your man seen how I get ignorant By losin my spleen, the truth of the seen as soon as my team Get on, we rule cities like Zila through Hong Kong You wanna knew, you wanna know You gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes Pull it back, pull it back, pull it back, pull it back We aint wentin no where, we sippin Champagne Shady Records, aint nobody better than us Shady Records, no chedder than us Shady Records, aint nobody better than us Shady Records, I got your ears goin Like its sparkles in my rhymes Hotter than a felon in a carload full of 9s Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up And get your dollars out your spines Because the head is ill, Im in love with Natasha Betinville Yo, faster than a Porsche Make you disappear like advertisement in The Source So do it, baby, I want the sugar, baby My sift from the rabies Yo, Proof, D12, is on the hiatus, on a scale from 1-10 Im an 8, wait, you dont know how 8 is, 8 is Jigga Thats me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise And me and Proof and Swift and the Kon Artis And it aint over, boy, who you beef with, trust me Ill tell you Puffy and you can lose big ‘cause its that Face it, Im a brick face, you get it laced with a switch blade Yo, I stab you with a mixtape Tell your girl, ask her how my dick taste I told you once before that Im a brick face Im a big and I shine, plus I spit mace Make all the bad boys thats missin listen up Yo, next on this transition, and you know how it is And you know when its gravy Next up, chigga-chigga Slim Shady I done figured this rap shit out I map shit out strategically Timing is everything and that seems to be the key To my success, its worked for me repeatedly Let em diss you first, and respond immediately In order to master the art of war, dont start a war Shit, not no more, we done scared em off, there are no more Victims to sic, Im fixin to pick some and start shit Aint got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at Aint got no more targets, shit, Irv and Jeff We done beat em to death, Benzino in debt There seems to just be no one left to bully, Bush is pussy Why the fuck you think his names Bush? Puss is bushy Aint shit goin on, shit, I been gettin so bored lately Im thinkin of doin some shit To get you to go and hate me again To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then Shit, I could spit better, Im bout to kick this sick shit again Look, the game just aint the same, its changin Shit, Dres quittin, Jays quittin Now its just wangstas just sayin the same shit Its fake and its ancient Its makin me so bored, Ima just make a new language Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba yub yubba yooba Yooba can subbabick my dubbibbabick through a tooba Summaladoomalama Im not a human, Im a suicider supersonic suicidal unabomber You think Im the new Osama Press thinks Im the new Madonna Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on A lot of talk and rumors honest Whos the hottest? – to be honest Hip-hop aint been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us Ayo, Shady Records, aint nobody better than us Shady Records, aint gettin more cheddar than us Shady Records, aint nobody better than us Shady Records, muhfucka, more cheddar than us4Embed

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Nigga Lyrics I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot through shit And to all niggas that do it, I love To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin kis, makin crazy Gs Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out Thats a real nigga for ya We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass catch me if you can Dont let your people you up with octane, Im not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off propa Theres no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip-syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly In the hood they feel me, {gun cocked} hah, Im on fire Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Twizzys in this bitch with Obie Trice So watch what you say before you call our name If you say one more thing, it wont be nice Uh, here we go, I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jealous of us to love us You hate it, G-Unit made it And Obies comin, D-Twizzys comin, you sick to your stomach Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is Well if youre even considering takin our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I aint tryin to get too intricate into it Im just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then its gonna get to the point where it escalates Into some other shit, then Ima flip Then Ima get to stompin in my Err Force Ones Wont be able to tell if its two purrs or its one Its gonna feel like theres so many feet kickin you You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes I dont know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussys try to push me Thinkin they gon put me in the position to pickle me Yall tickle me pink, I think Id just rather have P!nk tickle me Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga With a small pinch of Biggie Look at me, Im just the bomb-diggity We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We the label for sure We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label We gon fuck around and steal your people Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50 We gonna kill your fuckin label for sure Shady in the place to be, see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right Still watch what you say to me punk Cause Im off probation in less than six months Haha, whoo! Shady Records Still Aftermath And dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talking Cause we do We see yall But we just gonna sit back for a minute And watch what the fuck yall do3Embed

Just Rhymin’ with Proof Lyrics Are we supposed to shut up or talk...Ill cut your butt up and walk Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town ....Then you get done up in chalk Yo We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ? Ready to hold it steady....Speakin of hold it steady You can hold my nuts steady and then I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If youre a girl If youre a girl then youre my world...And I will kill anybody That means... you, her or him It doesnt matter cause Im Eminem And Im Slim...Im also slim and your futures Whim Ha ha....dont stop D-12 yall...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots than that group H-Town Everybody tryina tell us to wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this Wassup to Bizarre Kid Targets get hit and liftoff Here it is we bout to rip off Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot Emzy Speakin of lift off Im blastin off...your ass is soft...so Im startin to jack off Cuz Im so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly Couldnt remember it cuz I was Infinite And I met Ken Kaniff in Connecticut He said his predicates and pronouns and wanted to throw down And he said “I like you”...and then he walked up and said “Let me snake bite you” And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe Gave him a elbow...Ayo Proof ...go Yo its the D to the 1 - 2 What you wanna get done to Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit Yall like to buy shit...that why street light up when we write stuff Its time to be the champions at this...its D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big Proof Knockin over igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the Equator Its time to get down one time for those that dont know us Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky Come against me Go and see Im an invincible MC If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me That youre doper than me...which well hope You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide Thats why your ass just died on the passenger side Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive-by When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries And still missed it I got a fuckin mental illness a gentle stillness Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew And......smoke brew ? You dont smoke brew If you do Ill choke you and then I guarantee Ill out smoke you Youre crews a joke too and I can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock Knock ya eye out the sock... Get.. yeah we come to rock.... So dont get in the way cuz we gon drop.... Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op........ We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock The dirty dozen is non-stop To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pacs Master P....Thug Life and now its 2pac Get back to that one...here goes the rhyme that you dropped The rhyme that I dropped is stickin up IHOP In high tops and walking around like a one-eyed Cyclops And you cant see me....I only got one eye and I can still see you You can even give it a dumb try...If youre a dumb guy then come try this But I rock the microphone with my flyness So get off my jock..get of my cock..when I sky rock ...it in sky Rock..shit...bitch Ayo...a lot of people always try to tell us...that we gonna be better or failures But me or Slim yo you cant tell me You try to freestyle son we gon put these verses on your LP Slow down with that old stuff....I heard the most of yall is Mos Def My LP...my whole LP...tha last one was screaming help me You couldnt melt me if you was Vanilla Ice...Yo guess what My Nuuuuuuuuutz!! Here I go with the lyrical miracle...spiritual spirital...you dont wanna hear it though I rickety rock the microphone Dont do it dont do it cuz that shit is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...I take a beat and troop it What the fuck did that mean...I dont know but I got phat jeans on And I already said that but I dont know where my heads at All I wanna do is go back to the hotel and know where my beds at Yo wheres the beds at so we can relax and catch Ease Yall dont want none of tha dirty Deez From the 3-1s its for the three of thirds One third MC yo we smoke yall like herbs Under the curb early morn take it to born Yall get broke up...put back together ...re-enact it Some times you see this...you just a faggot No need to tag it...wit more loot that Jimmy Swagart Faggot....uh oh...was that homophobic...? But no one knows it...and Im so homophobic I wont even throw clothes in the closet Fuck it...Ive lost it....Im holocausted...see my face its written all Acrossed it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year Im so high Im bout to die...and Im so tired Im bout to fry Youre so fired youre down Hey....its me...its the hamster man Coming all the way from Amsterdam And I come to tell you all a little secret So you can ........eat it ....you got to grab your crackers {mumbling} Quit spittin your writ shit bitch Ill kill you and kick you In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy Hermaphrodite with no appetite And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted I walk up in a place in a T-shirt wit my stains on it But I dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell Give a piss give a dick give a lick Yea....live and direct its us You better back up You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off You better back off before he jack off You better back off before I jack off Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face While Im still jackin off Sittin in the closet beatin my shit Aint got nuttin else to do cuz Im thinkin of a bitch Wait a minute ...oh shit shes here Look who walked in the door....come in its Britney Spears!!!! Oh....come here little girl Come here little girl What happened? We stopped rappin Gun clappin ...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off When I come off with the drum off Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent A French accent Excuse my French but Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch Bonjour...Im here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my Damn cock Yo while youre spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs And bounce your herbs tight What the fuck ? Yo put another beat on before you get peed on Yo are we done or what? They want us to freestyle for 45 min— Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch youre little just like that Kim lady And Im in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio But you dont hear me though3Embed

Pistol Pistol Lyrics O. Trice, come on! Yeah You niggas got me Ima get em It aint over You can catch me in the whip wit a fifth of pimp juice Then Im poppin the clip, bout to fix this issue You pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you Youre 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, anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lif, it hits you Cause I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol I solemnly swear on my daughters tears The nigga that got him in the headll feel it before the year ends Hope you inconspicuous, my friend Cause once the word get back, you in a world of sin Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder whats Been determined as the first solo African To go platinum where the accident happened at Well, maggots, Im alive with vengeance to get back My mama blood pressure was affected from that My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time Exact now, and niggas act wild But when the MAC come out, yall niggas exile And I dont wanna hear X-Y-Z Im Xing out your whole entity for tryin to kill me Filthy motherfuckers, Ill show you what real be When these HTBs light up your kidneys Im so sincere, you see in a hearse this year Its not a verse, its a curse from birth, and whats on your person over here? This is Obie, hear him clear, niggas beware Were coming at you with firearms in air And your purpose so superfluous, how could I be merciful When murkin mes a mercenarys goal? Nigga, I got paper, Ill have your ass urgently exposed No emergencys bringin back your souls Slugs shatter your bones for pat-pattin me in the dome Learn this patter-in, we catch him at home, he wrong Thats when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen Another dirty motherfuckers gone You can catch me in the whip wit a fifth of pimp juice Then Im poppin the clip, bout to fix this issue You pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you Youre 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, anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lif, it hits you Cause I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol Second Rounds on Me Oh shit, run! 10Embed

Who Do You Love? Lyrics Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my niggas slangin drugs And runnin from the narcs when they pass by, dont ask why Im a hustler, til my ass die Even if I do come up, Ill be ready when they run up, huh Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh I never trust these hoes at all Fuckin with them tramp ass sluts who supposed to fall Said she played you for your money, but the shit was cool Guess its true, niggas be bitches too You cant see how she worked you all up in the skirt Now you lookin like a jerk cause she hurts you Now hands up, dont be a playa hater, just peep game Keep your mind on your money, watch the bitch change See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot Hand it over motherfucker fore I shoot, who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Im livin that, thug life baby! Steady smokin Indo, goin crazy Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down We in the dark, do you love me? Everybodys talkin bout they know me But they aint down like my motherfuckin homies Tell me what you need when you see me And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy Dont try to hold me, control me But you can take my number, baby, call me when youre lonely Cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why Im high til I die and strapped with my .45 Cause you can lose it in the gutter I wonder if Ill die by the hands of another broke motherfucker They call me the alcoholer, Im all in Thug for life, nigga, ballin Im gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me You cant fade me and my niggas goin crazy All day long Im straight thuggin, and constantly mean muggin Breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me, maybe its the thug in me Who do you love?14Embed

Briefcase Joe Lyrics Yeah, this is going out to those two jerks from Junior High School who called me Briefcase Joe. Guess what? Now Its come to past that. Its turned out to be a good thing for me Yeah, tell em! Yo here I go, they call me Briefcase Joe I write my lyrics down for a keepsake yo On the microphone, hear the beats they go You could be the rapper, Im the DJ yo My lyrics just erupt like a volcano Everywhere I walk when I talk they know Im flippin it, dippin it, trippin it, rippin it Hit em with venom in em I gave them an enema Then hit em up right in front of the cinema Skin them alive {rocking the party} As soon as the women arrive Then Ima drive a stake in their heart And squirt lemon in their eyes You know what Im sayin? Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka Briefcase Joe They call him, they call him, they call him Briefcase Joe Chicka, chicka, his name is, his name is Briefcase Joe He dont carry that briefcase to school no mo Chicka My testicles are vegetables Theyre goin to Mexico Theyre on a jet-jetroll yo Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka Briefcase Joe They call him, they call him, they call him Briefcase Joe Chicka, chicka, his name is, his name is Briefcase Joe He dont carry that briefcase to school no mo Chicka6Embed

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Chemical Warfare Lyrics You are now listening to the sounds of Shady And Alchemist Alchemist Alchemist Got an axe in the duffel bag Couple of fags stuffed in the backseat Muzzled and gagged, wrapped in bubble wrap Two lesbians, a couple Hustler mags Now grab the Pez dispenser Fill it up to the max with muscle relaxers The governor of Alaska, she lusts when I ask her To shove my Pulaski sausage up in her ass, huh While we hover over Nebraska Shootin at the fuckin buffalo pasture In the helicopter, man, I cant fuck her no faster Shes screamin Grab my titties, Shady, suck on those bastards But I aint no sucker, I wont snuggle up with her after Im a gigolo, bitch, I look like the Juggalo rapper? Every day, man, I just seem to get a little bit doper Shit, back down? Man, Id rather lick on a scrotum And eat the fuckin Octomoms pussy lips with some okra While I watch Whoopi Goldberg scissor with Oprah While Rosie pussy-farts and takes a piss on the sofa Get a boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers Your motherfuckin mothers aromas like no other I keep thinkin of her smothered in somas Its chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam Im bringing the drama, like Barack Obama Playing Rock Em Sock Em robots with the Octomama Im vato loco, homie Ill cock those llamas For chemical warfare Did I just say Octomom twice in the same rap? Fucking wack Chemical warfare Chemical warfare2Embed

Celebrity Lyrics I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete I ain’t even home when they’re talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking about free Nigga, free dont pay the bills Im ballin all-out, B These rappers dont know me Nah, I ain’t your homey If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley, my Rolly My Magnum, my phonie South Jamaica shawty These slugs I took in the gut, yo The works still here, Im just cooking it up slow Clear my mind and whipping the truck low You’re looking for trouble I pop death You’re looking to a sun dawg If rap aint work, I be pimpin on some ho Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow Im back like crack over the drum roll You know - wherever I go the gun go We on the grind All the time Aint bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get this paper Cause I’m a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Aint nothing changed nigga The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal Wreck a booth up, Im too tough That inner-city grammar, step your jewels up They bruised up, Ill sparkle for the camera Harsh realitys what pulls them And holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas Push the herd to the back Im the kind that they prey on Spending half of they day on Lay on niggas for days, the shots spray on My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac 6 4 jumping like the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that aint here Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor Green guap galore, in and out of new hall That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass We on the grind All the time Aint bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get this paper Cause I’m a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Aint nothing changed nigga There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing So dont get me going: dont dare start Youll never see me again: Amelia Earhart Im popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start Im past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck Tightly-wound as fuck Til the Fire Marshalls come shut Fire Marshall down and up I suggest you better shut the fuck up And stop fucking around and duck! I aint playing this time, I told you Im out for blood So to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck And blow on your dick cock. Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck? Its a mans world and Im trapped in a land of smut With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled Running through a house of mutts In other words, Im shutting every one of you bitches mouths up And Im watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt! And aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink, player My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster child for white trash Im a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah See me Im all up on your bitch means Ima rape her All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up I dont subscribe to the News or the Free Press But homie, I get the paper! Fucking stupid5Embed

God Is Cleaning Out My Closet Lyrics God is a girl! Yo, yo, yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? Ive been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfin kid thats behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin Tempers flarin from parents, just blow em off and keep goin Not takin nothin from no one, give em hell long as Im breathin Keep kickin ass in the morning and takin names in the evenin Leave em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but theyll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet youre probably sick of me now Aint you, Mama? Ima make you look so ridiculous now! Look so ridiculous now, look so ridiculous now Look so ridiculous now, make you look so ridiculous now Now, now, now, now, now, now... Remembering me, discover and see All over the world, shes known as a girl To those who are free, their minds shall be keep Forgotten as the past, cause history will last God is a girl, wherever you are Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, whatever you say Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, however you live Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, shes only a girl Do you believe it? Can you receive it? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already: Moms spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, there goes gravity There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again, yo! One shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment I got some skeletons in my closet And I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it Ima expose it; Ill take you back to 73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My father must have had his panties up in a bunch ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I dont, on second thought, I just wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldnt picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim, Id grit my teeth and Id try To make it work with her at least for Hailies sake I maybe made some mistakes But Im only human, but Im man enough to face em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest I did was take the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause Ida , I woulda shot Kim and him both Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to The Eminem Show God is a girl, wherever you are Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, whatever you say Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, however you live Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, shes only a girl Do you believe it? Can you receive it? No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to- Five and I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin option—failures not Mom, I love you, but this trailers got To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot So here I go, its my shot: feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got God is a girl!3Embed

Hello Good Morning Lyrics Hello, Good morning Let’s go, let’s ride Hello, Good morning Hello, Good morning Know you’ve been waiting for it ’cause I seen you watching So let’s go Let’s get it popping Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won’t give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass And they mad cause the bitch won’t stop Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie Stuntin like you looking like a movie And everybody know who the truth be I blow cause I’m blowing on the moo-wee Hello Hello, Good morning Let’s go, let’s ride Hello, Good morning Hello, Good evening You blow, you feindin’ ’cause you know that your really needed And I’m the one that you wanna be with But right now baby you dreaming Wake up and turn the lights off Hello and Good Morning Baby I didn’t mean to turn it bad I know you’re feeling angry just a tad Cause I took you through the drive-thru and made you pay the tab Girl I’m so cheap I can turn your Happy Meal sad Youre loco, don’t bother mistaking me for a mogul I’m more like Fogell, McLovin’, McDonalds McMuffin Breakfast burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, Doritos, Tostitos That’ll be the only thing I feed hoes! So baby anything with a dollar menu I treat you My back hand is lethal so I keep you at arms length So I can always reach you Get a knee to the gut, thats the only way I say I need you Lady I’m just trying to get a rim job off the deal And I aint talkin’ Giovanni’s on the wheels So let me see you mommies get ya tail feathers kicking I’m here to cock block like a square male chicken, come on Cause I’ve been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won’t give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass And they mad cause the bitch won’t stop Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie Stuntin like you looking like a movie And everybody know who the truth be I blow cause I’m blowing on the moo-wee Hello2Embed

Rap City Freestyle Lyrics Im keepin it raw, illegal like Malik and Jamal Cause I dont believe in the law, like Im Steven Seagal Flippin off the police while Im leapin a wall Take some Tylenol, then fall asleep in a mall I got ya little son, youll be receivin a call You lucky this little punks still breathin at all Fuck the world, this how I get even at yall Pop shit, get rolled up and leave in a ball I hit you in your mouth and sink ya teeth in ya jaws You wont be able to eat shit, not even a malt This lethal assault, is givin you a reason to stall Im cockin this deuce deuce and Im squeezin it off At the first burp, fart sniffle a sneeze and a cough Get your arm chewed off like you was teasin a dog Im cold enough and hot enough to freeze and unthaw Ill kick my girl out, in 10 degrees in her bra You faggots turn yellow like the trees in the fall Im shittin on rappers, hes in the stall All thats left of your niece is a piece of her doll And all thats left of her puppy is a leash and a paw2Embed

Crooked Nigga Too Lyrics Yo Pac Thats right, hehehe Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Yeah.. Niggas just wanna know If you still gon be on some crooked-ass nigga shit Please tell me whats a nigga to do, and its true Aint nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now Im pissed A loaded AK-47 layin on my hips so I dont trip One mothafucka from the Underground And Big Stretch buckin niggas if they fuck around Yo why I got beef with police? Aint that a bitch, the mothafuckas got a beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess its hard for you to see But now Im pointin the finger at police Instead of them mothafuckas blamin me I got the right to bear a pistol And when the punk mothafuckas get to trippin I got shit too And maybe then youll see the truth But until then, I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth; OOOH! But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth; OOOH! You cant fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too You know you really cant say that ya blame niggas Fuck being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers 2Pacll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we aint shootin at each other Thats my mothafuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover And all the bitches from the Klan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesnt smoke crack and I dont drink St. Ides Genuine draft, guns and ganja and my fucking TEC-9 They know their scared to see us sober Stop drinking King Cobra, and niggas will take the world over It’s all up to you Blame the Korean blame the Jew Or be a crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth; OOOH! But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth; OOOH! You cant fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me Ill be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell And its the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell I got the whole place covered, with locd out brothers And nuttin but love for each other So mothafucka make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop; see its cool to shoot a nigga But they hate it when we pop the cops Thats when they gettin petrol You better watch your step or youll be left on death row But I learn to look ahead of me Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin up precincts and OOOH You cant fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth, OOOH! But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too Its all up to you, but until then I gotta do what I do And stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then youll see the truth, OOOH! You cant fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too5Embed

Curtains Up LyricsCrowd cheering Eminem humming to himself Checking mic We still on? Machinery starting Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, check, aight, its good, lets go, come on Machinery working Cheering intensifies (Eminem, Eminem, Eminem! Eminem, Eminem, Eminem! Eminem, Eminem, Eminem! Eminem, Eminem, Eminem!)2Embed

I’ll Be Damned Lyrics Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free G-Unit in the house! What up baby Performing live tonight live on stage... Captain Save-A-Ho And the fabulous Case yall, stick em out yall All my Detroit players, lets go! I aint set the stroke and I aint for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I aint your man Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I aint gon let a money hungry women set me up And if you think Im that stupid you done pressed your luck Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned You damn right, yes I love menage-a-trois And I got drawers as big as guyss big wah Im a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure That I wouldnt turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya I probably could forget ya if I hadnt been drunk But your badunkadunk, keep my mind on hump When my minds on hump it mean my .9s in the trunk And Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt Not once, twice, but three times the lover That your man is, and Im a freak undercover I got plans for you, trick, I dont need a baby mother I got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me already We cant go steady, but you can give me head Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed Id love for you to stay but I got another date With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapes Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape I aint set the stroke and I aint for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I aint your man Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I aint gon let a money hungry women set me up And if you think Im that stupid you done pressed your luck Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned Imma make this one thing clear Aint no woman here gon ruin my career All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream Thats when you find out that life aint truly what it seems All these hoes be lying, bullshitting each other And why the hell Kobe Bryant didnt wear a rubber? He might as well have went and told the ho that he love her Im sure as hell aint gonna go to court for my mother Or my wife, and my sisters, so motherfuck a mistress They signing a contract before these bitches hit this Never will a woman take me out that way I keep a RCA camera in their motherfucking face I aint set the stroke and I aint for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I aint your man Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I aint gon let a money hungry women set me up And if you think Im that stupid you done pressed your luck Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned Whats your name again? It doesnt matter My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers Sit down girl, let me get you a drink Imma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sink From day one, I knew you was a ho I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo Turn around, let me see your nasty ass Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad These hoes be on some bullshit, always trying to pull shit Outta they ass, get mad and put you on blast Tell em bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on you Boned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved you All on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and shit Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits Then she starts calling your chick wanting to fight Every time you show up at a gig she front row with her friends Flipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroom The parking lot, to the car, pissing you off Until you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap out You get locked up for assault and now you assed out I aint set the stroke and I aint for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I aint your man Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I aint gon let a money hungry women set me up And if you think Im that stupid you done pressed your luck Ill be damned, Ill be damned, Ill be damned3Embed

Bullet To The Brain Lyrics Theres no way to survive in the city its a shame Niggas die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, Lord come and get me Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin my clip, Im watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggas die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas thats caught Had a motherfuckin warrant but he didnt go to court God damn, and one day well all be together Until then Im ready for whatever, cmon Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! But dont blame me, blame the flame that flickers Goin to hell with my finger on the trigger Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! If I could capture the rage of todays youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but dont say shit You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause youre not me Youll never stop me, Im top speed and you pop me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise them cause theyre lazy To grow to praise me, Im makin them go crazy Thats how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think Ima admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic Im sicked on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! But dont blame me Nigga go in the hell with my finger on the trigger Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! Bullet to the brain! So suck Dear Lord can ya hear me, its just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets Im on my knees beggin please come and save me The whole world done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven cant control it Screamin die motherfucker and hes loaded Everybody run for cover, aww shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am dont worry me Cause do or die gettin high til they bury me Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, Im a thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry Thats just life in the ghetto, do or die3Embed

Nut Up Lyrics Ayy, Em Yeah! So, Slim Shady, to the stage, please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? You know what you doin when you do it for the ladies So, ladies, this aint the place to be in if youre lazy I said, Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? You know what you doin when you do it for the ladies So wont you please step up to the mic, baby? Its been a little boring lately Ive been playing in poison ivy and pee Ive been itching to get in some S-H-I-T You heard what I S-A-I-D This club? I guess they I.D.​ But they just let me in without it, so I guess they like me I put on my best dang white tee for this evenings festivities And I even got it pressed and dry-cleaned Its me and the rest of my heathens, we in the building Til it closes, were partying til then nobody knows that Im drinking Keep my Bacardi concealed inside of my jacket When no ones looking, I tap the bottle, crack it, then swig it then put the frigging top back on it and cap it Yeah, that same bullshit, man, I just got back on it, god dammit Boy, you dont want it, doggone it, that gin and tonic, I slam it An alcoholic, I am what I am, thats all that I am And upon my further inspection, Monicas bra I examine And if youre wondering why Im looking in awe as I am Its cause Im just so overjoyed to see people brawl to my jam And now lets go So, Slim Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? If you know what you doin, fellas, turn to the ladies And tell em, You just the hit the lottery, baby I said, Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? We heard the fellas, now lets hear it from the ladies Say, You just the hit the fucking lottery, baby Man, I hate it when no ones paying me any attention So I wont let up til they do, I dont have any intention Ma, I like your breast, but your bootys too skinny to pinch it How is that possible with a waist on me about 26 inches? Ease up on the Henny, just sip it Theres so many winches up in here thats got my interest Im drenched in sweat down in the trenches Continue to make my way all the way to the center of the dance floor Ive just entered Hope that I dont get injured, oh, here I go Im shaking my tail for the oh-so member Oh, feet, dont fail me now Better be nimble when you swoop this bimb up Get the info on the nympho dudes went for cause of the way he pimped up Shadys Mercedes Benz with the crazy rims got the ladies trembling Like a gremlin with a head full of Red Bull at 12:15 AM and Dude, I feel incredible, is medicine edible? You are unforgettable Girl, the fact we didnt meet sooner is the only thing that I thinks regrettable Let me check my schedule Oh no, your phone number aint even legible, this nights unmeasurable Itd be my pleasure to introduce you to Slim Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? If you know what you doin, fellas, turn to the ladies And tell em, You just the hit the lottery, baby I said, Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? We heard the fellas, now lets hear it from the ladies Say, You just the hit the fucking lottery, baby So when you come in the club, dont care if you paid or you snuck in Soon as you hear the beat drop, stop what you doing, start buckin So get up like youre up and, homie, get down like youre ducking Up like youre stuck in the air and down like youre down on your luck And not down like out, so just turn that frown upside down that youre stuck in Theres no upside when youre down The only downside when youre up is being hungover So, Shady, wont tell you em whats up? Then go get your cup and refill it Now speed it up a little bit and just kill it Dont stand there and look at my whip, chick, get in I aint gotta tell you again, now close the door, youre lettin flies in What? Am I supposed to be air conditioning the whole outside then? Would you look at what youre riding in? You better take pride and stare at it for five minutes Youre lucky I didnt just drive by in it Youre privileged just to be inside of it I stepped in this party to liven it I just caught a vibe in it the minute that I arrived in it So, ladies, where you at? Make some noise if youre likin it Then tell your boyfriend to take a hike again Two Heinekens and youre mine So, Slim Shady, wont you please step to the mic again? So, Slim Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? If you know what you doin, fellas, turn to the ladies And tell em, You just the hit the lottery, baby I said, Shady, to the stage please Oh, wont you please make the place go crazy? We heard the fellas, now lets hear it from the ladies Say, You just the hit the fucking lottery, baby11Embed

What If I Was White Lyrics Yo I got an idea Let me go grab Sticky right quick Hey yo Stick, Stick Yo, Slim Shady Yo, I just had like a nightma... Wait, it wasnt like a nightmare It was like a good drea... Well, it wasnt a good... What was it? Hey, yo, I just had a crazy dream man What? Yo, yo I dreamt I was white! Oh shit! What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if I was white skinned, the same color as cocaine? Blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shibang I know one thing: police wouldnt always be watching me Pull me over for nothing, constantly jocking me The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me I wouldnt need collateral to buy property If I was white, wouldnt matter if I was rich or poor Security wouldnt follow me around the store Like Id steal something, because Im black I rob And automatically assume I aint got no job On my own land, I feel like an immigrant If I was white, I wouldnt have thought OJ was innocent If I was white... What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? If I was white, itd be a different world for me If I was white, hm? What shade would I be? Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, preppy or high class? Youd probably live in a trailer park and be white trash! In any case, that be the ill shit right? But theres a good and bad side of being white You cant say the N-word without starting a fight Couldnt dance to a beat, Id have two left feet Even if I was white, probably still have a ghetto shit Is it a myth or do I really have a little dick? If I was white, I would probably listen to hard rock And cover my ears whenever I heard Hip Hop What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? If I was white I’d probably wouldnt even think the same Id watch Tennis and Golf and bet on Hockey games Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday If I was white I couldnt live around my way And there probably would of never even been an Onyx, shit I be somewhere sipping Vodka and Tonix Smoking on a Marlboro instead of a Newport Id live in Long Island instead of New York If I was white, I probably couldnt dunk Cause everybody knows White Man Cant Jump And probably wouldnt be able to go to the weed spot Cause all of the dreads would think Im a cop What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? Yo, what if I was white?4Embed

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Watch Deez Lyrics I hit harder than Foreman, landin both gloves to a low blow, with no cup Leave you speechless like when Arrested Development broke up Carry a crowbar for egos that wont budge Crack skulls through helmets with the penetration of a screw nailed in Return like I was sendin self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles we pour blood and toast, death to wicked infants Found on the sorceress doorsteps, slaughter lamb and boars head Every MCs cause of boredness and mind bondage Bronchitis, lung failure, language unfamiliar Art through a flooded air brush, rogue leaf craft Sentences joined with words holdin hands, its a tight squeeze From where your head will be landin In exact time flight leaves Watch deez, watch deez, watch deez Watch deez, dont watch deez, watch deez Whose arm is this? I must have cut it off at the pharmacist That refused to renew my seventh prescription of Darvocets Im the old man who lives upstairs and starves his pets That never leaves his house cause he thinks his cars possessed I hate my life thats why I degrade my wife Grabbed a paper plate to make a sandwich and just ate the knife My mothers screamin, Please, heal him, take him straight to Christ! Meet you in the street and slap you just to break the ice Made a bomb threat with a fake device Strip you naked twice, pistol-whip you and force you to take advice And if you catch me bobbin my head to some bullshit you was spittin I was probably just tryin to shake the lice Bugs fallin out of my head, Im wishin I was dead While Im crawlin out of my bed, piss and vomit red And my rash is returnin, I feel the sensation of burnin Occurrin, usually during pain for release of my urine Screamin at my shadow, Please, quit followin me! These pills keep screamin, Please, quit swallowin me! The devil keeps screamin, Please, get down on one knee! I took the drugs before the cops ever found them on me Watch deez, watch deez, watch deez Watch deez, dont watch deez, watch deez6Embed

Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It Lyrics Im livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came Was hyper as a kid Cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major I bet you got it twisted you dont know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside! Aint nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, Californias where Im at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didnt die Let em see whos next to try Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggas still ballin Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Im raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically, Im so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga Yall spit saliva, and I spit lava I got the fearless flow Dont get near this ho, if you scared to go I keep it gangsta And why should I change that? Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap But aint you the same cat That sat back when they brought cocaine back? Im tryna get me a Maybach How you mothafuckas gonna tell me dont say that? You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 I can say what I wanna say Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room You can hear em holla Goon Squad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Goon Squad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave! in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I aint got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky? Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit Trick, trick, quick come pick me up! Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front Theres some chump up in this bitch Poppin some junk, cause hes drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy And I dont like the way his boys keep lookin at me So homie, come get me Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you Detroit motherfuckers till we die Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Now everythings good in my hood And its on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton Straight givin up the real On how a nigga feel Talk that shit, motherfuckers caps get peeled Layin low in the cut Gettin high than the mothafucka, niggas know whats up Im that gangsta-gangsta, is that what theyre still yellin? Nigga G to a T, saggin and bailin Live by the gun, you know what Im sayin Ren? So I guess Ill die by that motherfucker then So when I die, niggas bury me Make sure my shit reads Eazy-mothaphukkin-E And its a fact To be exact, my tombstone should read He put Compton on that map And thats how a nigga feel When Im givin up the motherfuckin real (2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you dont know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Ballin in the fast lane Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside!) Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass Takin niggas back through the past All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist Cant even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5 They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so Im, puttin it down with that nigga E For all of my niggas in the C-P-T So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip So tell me how the fuck do it feel To get hit with the motherfuckin real? Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks over night The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back I got some money to make motherfucker Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Nigga still ballin I can say what I want to say Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back Top for the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin underwater like Im Aqua Man I used to drink gin, now its vodka man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand Pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan Rocky land, step back and pop yo man Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do? Time brings change so I changed my name Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang If I sell a little crack Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it3Embed

Hazardous Youth Lyrics Its like this and like that and like this Im the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners Lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Senior And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And aint shit changed, I kept the same mind state Since the third time that I failed ninth grade You probably think that Im a negative person Dont be so sure of it I dont promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend can jump off of a bridge And if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowin mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now3Embed

I’m So Hood Lyrics Yeah.. YEAH.. YEAH! Lil Tyrone tired of gettin his ass whipped, so he holdin that gat down His momma think its my fault, cause he listened to Back Down Bobby was a fuckin bum, he pumpin packs now He need some fresh chicks, white tees and fitted hats now Uncle Rock a wino, he wont put the gnac down Eric had the jump shot, but hes smokin crack now The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is whack now Country blew trial, them crackers got him on his back now And Sean {ka-click} runnin round with his fuckin gat now Up in niggas cribs, sayin where that money at pal? Now Sandra from BK I seen her out in Houston That bitch traveled the world, she runnin round boostin Now Toya got these bad-ass kids, they a nuisance Her baby daddies never come around, they useless Every now and then I come through on some new shit Pearly white 6 or some chrome deuce-deuces Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me When I was six, man, momma told me God dont like ugly I fell, scraped my face, and thought God must dont love me Saw Owen every morning before school, he sell dope Niggas keep whuppin Nut ass cause he sell soap Charlie be beggin all the time, he stay broke Flip be down on 1-0-9, rollin up smoke Shameek, he a thief, catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crashin into a bar See they love me cause I rap now, but they dont like me I been locked up three times and they aint write me Stevie a punk, but fuck what he say, he can get mean quick Pop shots at you, Esau must suck a mean dick The blocks hot, Ds jump out on us almost all the time They watch us from the building but niggas still be on the grind Wayne used to call the cops and tell them G had a 9 Til G put that gun in Donrad seat and said it wasnt mine Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me1Embed

Smack That Lyrics Shady, Konvict, Upfront I feel you creepin I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me We can bump heads and collide on me Want beef? Damn right, can rely on me To bring that Campbell like Naomi Just pull that girl and take it on easy Lookin all oiled-up and all greasy Bout that time you stop that teasin Way that you drop done got me here cheesin Whats funny is that you takin all my money for real Id rather spend it on you right now than my homies bail And I can see thats what youre made fo And aint ever been no lame ho With that booty bought and paid fo Wont move til you on my payroll I feel you creepin I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh I love when you do it Girl, move to it like youre used to it Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it To the crib we go, go fast and slow Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, Whoa! One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo But Im like, No, lets keep it on the low On occasion let me come through and tap that hole. Make you lose control and all her girls know That I hit it right at night, Im a pro I only come round and get sexual If she flexible and bisexual 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, yeah! I feel you creepin I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh The ice in the watch reflects the light to her The money quite green and the ice light bluer The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her She dont want me to leave, I can see right through her So we dipped out, burn one, trip out Get low like Caribbean limbo Didnt go out like light, baby girl, get right Head so swole my hat dont fit right We can cruise in the car or we could take flight The middle of the night, make your body ape like Mike Vick against the Eagles Call myself a king cause Im regal To be this hot is not legal But we dont care—listen, baby, its a fact that If you drop back Ima quarterback sack that We can go deep and I can shark attack that Say you dont remember where your keys and your hat at? I feel you creepin I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place And just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh1Embed

My Salsa Lyrics My Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, my Salsa My Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, my Salsa My Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, my Salsa My Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, Salsa, my Salsa Im the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants Im the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, its called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa My salsa Im the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants Im the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, its called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa Im the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants Im the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, its called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa Im the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants Im the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, its called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa My salsa Whered everybody go?6Embed

Give Me the Ball Lyrics Ayo, let me tell you about my homies, haha! My name is Chauncey Billups, Im kind of like a raunchy Phillips Screwdriver, my crews liver when you cant sleep and youre still up I get the ball and Im like Rip, you cant get a grip You probably got stripped, you wanna rumble, no reason to trip I grab her like Gnarls Barkley holds the mic, your snarls spark me I smile like Charles Barkley come on Im hard, guard me Aint booin, aint pursuin, no lawsuits, I aint suin I know what Im doin, give me the ball and your life is ruined Im like Rasheed, I remind me the spirit of Proof Im happy and lucky, ballin and groovin, Im on the move Im smooth with it, give me the ball, you dont know what to do with it Shoot it in the basket, you other teams need a casket LeBron sayin dont respond, theres no back and forth This game is mental, man, I play aloud and walk away just to hush the crowd You trying to touch? Sit down Detroit basketball Homie, like I told you, this is Detroit basketball Man, I dont think you ready for the– I get the crowd rolled up like a U-Haul truck Just call me 2 Ball Chuck, aint too tall what Ill leave Utah stuffed Man, I love this game, who the hell you called up? You need points on the paint, Im the joints when they stained All my coins in the bank and were going all the way Yeah, baby, its true, Im talking to you You already know what to do Just pass to me, it just so happens to be That I adapt with this heat so strap in your seat I got a grasp on this beat, you aint convinced? Give it to Tayshaun Prince, we havent stayed calm since Leave the ball with delayed palm prints Detroit basketball Homie, like I told you, this is Detroit basketball Man, I dont think you ready for the– We get everybody involved, homie We get everybody involved I said, we get everybody involved, homie We get everybody involved Yeah! Aah! I said, aah! Give me the ball You gotta walk before you crawl Tell me you aint listenin This is Detroit basketball, homie Ayo, beam me up, Scotty Hahahahahaha!7Embed