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Wanksta Lyrics
Woooo! Its Shady aka the Army Shady Records
Break it down
I do a lotta spittin and I dont gotta try
But I aint got rhymes to waste, so lets make it
I dont say Im a gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin
I just call Banks up when I need to pop something
I got a friend of mine, named 50 Cent I signed
This shits official now, the deal is finished and its time
To get down to this business, lets go get these nicks and dimes
So hurry up and cop G-Unit shit before its gone
Its like a goldmine for my man to take nine
And bounce right back, gotta be like Michael Myers
This shit must be a sign, these labels must be blind
Columbia, I know this must be fucking with they mind
They know they bout to cry cause they missed out, but I
Know how to get the dough cause Dre gave me a business mind
I said in my line, I hit em with the nine
I had a empty clip but they aint check the chamber
I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin
I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin
But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button
We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin
I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin
I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin
But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button
We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin
Damn, 50
This shits about to hit the fan, 50—Fuck happened to Ja?
He got the sickest vendetta, he must think that you better
You bout to play with his paper, you gonna fuck up his cheddar
Now homie think we gon sweat em, but we just gon forget em
If he dont shut up well deadem, let Yayo stomp his head in
Its all good cause wed rather rap then to let a pussy play us
Out of pocket homie, so tell em, he better be easy
Start some bullshit, hell get his whole crew wet
D-Twizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit
Yo, he dont want it, cuz, hes always drugged out
You wont see one picture where his pupils aint bugged out
I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin
I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin
But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button
We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin
I aint no gangsta, I aint gotta start frontin
I just call Banks up when I need to pop somethin
But you gon feel our shit, you gon hit the stop button
We gon fuck you up a long time, you gon get stomped stuntin2Embed |
Come Up for Air Lyrics
Im no good for you
Im not what you need
Youve made that very clear
Though I disagree
Enough to let you go
To let you drift away
Cause once you navigate these troubled waters
I believe that someday youll return
And I will still be here
When you come up for air
Do you what you gotta do
Ill wait for you to come up for air
Cause in this whole wide world
Theres no one else for me
So while you search the seas for answers
I will still be waiting
Be sure to dive down deep
Because if you do
Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes
My love, I know youre finally gonna see the truth
And youll return
And I will still be here
When you come up for air
Do you what you gotta do
Ill wait for you to come up for air
And even if this really is the end
Im sure Ill be alone until Im dead
Cause no one else will ever quite compare
To them it wouldnt be fair
To lay here with somebody new
And all I did was think of you
If youre my Jack then Im your Rose
And I promise I will never, ever let go
And I will still be here
When you come up for air
Do you what you gotta do
Ill wait for you to come up for air
To come up for air
Come up for air
Come up for air
To come up for air
To come up for air
Come up for air
Come up for air
To come up for air8Embed |
Fubba U Cubba Cubba Lyrics
We on
Shady 45
I done figured this
Rap shit out, I map shit out strategically
Timin is everything, and it 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 sick, Im fixin to pick some and start shit
Im out of
Hold on Clinton Sparks
I done figured this
Rap shit out, I map shit out strategically
Timin is everything, and it 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 sick, Im fixin to pick some and start shit
Im out of 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, Ive been gettin so bored lately
Im thinkin of doin some shit to get you to go and hate me again
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 isnt the same, its changin
Dres quittin, Jays quittin, now its just gangtas
Just sayin the same shit, its ancient, its fake and its
Makin me so bored, Ima just make a new language
Fubba-u-cubba-cubba yubba-obubba-ubba
You-ba can subbabick my dadibbadick through a tuba
Summaladummalamma, Im not a human, Im a
Supersonic, new robotic, suicidal unabomber
You think Im the new Osama, press thinks Im the new Madonna
Jeffrey Dahmer left me with this legacy to carry on
A lot of talk and rumors on us, whos the hottest? To be honest
Hip-hop aint been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us2Embed |
Got Some Teeth Lyrics
Woo!
Damn
Theres a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
Im about to get drunk
Lets hold down
Where the bar at?
Okay, okie dokey Obies here
No more Focus Hobos got a career
And I like your brassiere and theres a party in here
And Im ready to talk naughty in Veronicas ear
She erotic and its hot, saw Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite her to Cheers
Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama
Prepare for a player whos working with a monster
I aint got time to waste, lets vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found whats fate
We can watch two incredible mates masturbate
Why settle and wait
Lets escalate to the nearest Super 8
And see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
Cmon
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
Shes model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers, baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio
The DJs playin Obie song on the stereo
And shes impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I dont wanna be headin home
With some double Ds full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Bussin at the bitches screamin off to they rides!
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
Okay rolie polies everywhere
Gotta find a slim chicks atmosphere
Obesitys glarin and she got me fearin
Shes gonna come over here and try to eat me literally, like a box of Cheerios
Cherry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
Im outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or Ill split
And I aint got time to play
Lets investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes
Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans
Got ya Oprah in jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldnt hurt much, hot dont touch
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldnt look right
Look, me big lips
You no teeth, it wouldnt work
You know what Im sayin
Haha ha, yeah
Im feelin good
Shady Records man
Obie Trice
Cmon5Embed |
Leave Dat Boy Alone Lyrics
Y’all better leave dat boy alone
‘Cause if they dont, y’all know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Its my attitude thats making me bust shit
I aint to be fucked with
So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Be turning ghost fore you be looking at yourself get stomped
Im a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
With a mag and, Ill be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation, Ill run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her gun to mouth resuscitation
A niggas information, they haunted and they sad
Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag
We coming too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think its elephants dancing
Coming near us
Is the worst mistake that could ever happen
When Im in my vehicle, Im pulling you in
I guarantee the world will never see you again
Motherfucker
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self
But its kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorance, well
Let me explain something to ya
A real street nigga aint trying to get in the streets
Hes trying to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like hes some dumb ho punk
At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
That niggas dying over pride to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, I dont play beef
You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit
You think its fun that you homesick and you cant really get sleep
Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that aint me
Well my conscience wont allow me to make decisions in vain
Im a man, I do my bidding and I do it again
If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing
If you cant feel it, then I must express it through fighting
And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife
And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning
Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner
Plus you know Im too violent, to be out with you whiling
Cause as soon as you driving Im a spit a few live ones
And I love to Kuniv son, and you love ya life run
I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none
You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut
No time for the why whats, Im writing these five words
Fuck you dick riding niggas, count it, its five words
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
THE Kuniva
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to get dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys they hot to death them boys
Like everybody who purchased my CD, then theyll need to learn what to tell em what you like about me6Embed |
Don’t Go To Sleep Lyrics
Pictures of plenty, sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact cause Im live I multiply
Soon as I open fire niggas die wit open eyes
Scare to take a nap, its a trap a long maze
Dreamin of gettin stacks, makin scratch the wrong way
What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me
Its like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the room or want the loot hes in it for the sport
Running circles round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint begging for it
And you can love and you can hate it
But you cant ignore it, you cant be that ig-nor-ant
But you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And If Im fronting man you better come confront me for it
The pin stripes and the gray
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt
Im sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh
Thats that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face?
Stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket
Dont go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
Dont go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
Often, its a young nigga, in a coffin
Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold
Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
Dont cry, he chose the life
Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
How you smile at a momma when she lost a child?
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
Like yay-yo
Niggas pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin motherfuckers copy it fatal
Efficiently I delete then flee
The art of war, livin sucka free, get wit me
Motherfucker dont sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep3Embed |
Mi Vida Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Mi vida comenzó en el 92
A mi mamá, un doctor cáncer le diagnosticó
El mismo que se equivocó porque ese cáncer era yo
Ayer, mi mai me dijo: Hijo, tú no ere el mismo que nació
Dime qué te pasó, la fe se te perdió
Quería ser rapero, ahora tiene una Glock
¿Cómo creer? Si Dio mis ala ya me las cortó
A mis quince año, Torre Sabana me adoptó
Mataron a Galla, pero el sueño no murió
Mataron a Coco y nadie sabe qué pasó
Mami, yo na má confío en yo
Yo no nací en la calle, la calle me conoció
El diablo estaba en un traje y me sedució
Dinero y fama por mi alma él me ofreció, perdón
A vece, me acuesto pensando como un cabrón
Cuando me muera, ¿voy pal cielo o voy pal calentón?
Madre en esta vida hay una
Por ella, bajaría la luna
Mataría por fortunas
Aunque, al final vaya a la locura
Lo que papi no pudo hacer por ti
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Por encima e las alturas
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Madre solo hay una
Madre solo hay una
Na-na, na-na , oah
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Madre solo hay una
Madre solo hay una
Na-na, na-na , oah
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Ella me dijo: Hijo, nunca olvides quien tú ere
Mi felicida no se compra con un Mercede
Te amo como tú ama al nene
Te veo a ti en su ojo, él es tu sangre; ¿amigos? ¿Quiéne?
El que piensa tener amigo, enemigos tiene
Solo son leale hasta que ya no les conviene
Previene, previene que si la e tres dígito va a hacer que frenen
No e la Glopeta e el piloto, vendí la FN
Te lo prometo que yo no me voa dejar matar
No llores; te lo juro, no te quiero hacer llorar
Tampoco quiero que tú me vea en la federal
No quiero vender droga, estoy tratando de rapear
Hasta el día en que me muera no voa descansar
Veinticuatro hora, día y noche voa josear
Yo solo quiero los millone, aunque me voa quemar
Un día pronto, tú no va a tener que trabajar
Pal carajo to el que dijo que no me iba a firmar
Estaba en casa de Rick Ross la semana pasa
Taba con French Montana en vez de estar vendiendo crack
Si te quieren matar, ¿qué tú va a hacer? Yo voa guerrear
Si muero joven, mi hijo crecerá y te va a cuidar
Yo sé que hay cosas que el dinero no puede comprar
No puedo comprar un pasaje pal cielo llegar
Si salgo en el indictment, me tienen que capturar
Nos quieren ver en una jaula, como un animal
Porque pal gobierno, nunca vamo a trabajar
Si no hay dinero, ¿sabes qué? Vamo a cazar
No vamo a chotear, me cansé e menudear
7/25 la hora, eso no e legal
Pa eso compro una libra y empiezo a endecar
Yo sé que a ti y a la A yo las tengo que ayudar
Antes que el destino no empiece a separar
Madre en esta vida hay una
Por ella, bajaría la luna
Mataría por fortunas
Aunque al final vaya a la locura
Lo que papi no pudo hacer por ti
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Por encima e las alturas
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Madre solo hay una
Madre solo hay una
Na-na, na-na , oah
Por ti, yo lo lograré
Madre solo hay una
Madre solo hay una
Na-na, na-na , oah5Embed |
What the Beat Lyrics
Niggas is like Oh My God! Not you!
Yes! Im in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Mans obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TECs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who dont add up
You get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo man Method
Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin yo funky dope maneuvers
But Im not ya Super Lover Cee, Im the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin, rub it in like its Lubriderm
10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the
Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin on Gnac and Zima
True, Professional 2
Now that Bush is president, nigga, we all through!
Yeah, its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin under the bed when I hear thunder
Cause I aint crazy, I say shit thats crazy to crazy people
To make em believe Im crazy, so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby, I like that!
Im only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, theyd be just as many mutherfuckin murderers
And heroin users without Marilyns music
But I figure, I make my music, I dont care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suin
Cause little Darren is screwin Karen and Susan
Cause I told him to do it on Clues new shit
Now its all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitudes Fuck it! like Pacs was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point
Now everybodys killin everybody and everybodys bloody
And Im just laughin like its funny
Cause I dont really give a shit about no-motherfuckin-body
Im so motherfuckin nutty, I dont give a fuck about nothin!
My wrist is water and freezer mix
This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So Duro, you gotta let it bump!, I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this cant be true
Ill suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down, Im still wildin
Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins
Rock City, baby, knife through your throat til youre broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
Its all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich, and still all of they palms itchy
Well pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge
Walkin like we talkin drunk, while we stumble over words
Clue inhale
Duro inhale
Slim inhale
Meth inhale
59 inhale
Hold up, breath!
Its just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I aint crazy, I just do what the beat say do
Its just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I aint evil, I just do what the beat say do
Uhh, uhh, Royce 59 and DJ Clue
I aint bad, I just do what the beat say do
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Come on, man!!!6Embed |
This Corner Lyrics
Hey look let me tell yall somethin alright?
What I do, I do. Straight like that
So aint no sense in yall troublin yourselves over that
Cause man the way I feel right now today
I came up on the wrong side of the fence
I gave my family pain and strife and asked them all for strength
But hell in my defense
And I got too much way too fast
My mama told me it wont last
Now Im back down on the bottom
Wishin that I took another path
I shouldve listened, but my mind was gone
My temper too quick so when my fuse get lit
So when its on, its on
Yeah, everybody wrong
Yeah, and Im always right
Yeah, aint nobody to blame now
Its me vs. me, man, this my fight
So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
Im better
Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance
And I can show you that Im worthy of the trust that you require
Put it all on my shoulders, Im a fighter, I wont get tired
When Im back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out
You think I got none but I got all kind of sense
Stop judgin my book by the cover
Maybe you should do a little reconnaissance
I aint tryna vent, this aint woe is me
Its nothing owed to me
Get the swan song, I dont need an ode to me
Shit hopefully holdin this rosaryll keep me out of close calls with the O police
I said Im tryna be a whole new me
I aint tryna do the same old thing
Im tryna prove to my family that I will not bring
No more trouble around, I aint gotta do nothing
But stay out of shit, I aint gotta be up in the chaotic
Its prolly cause its my redemption that Im entrenched in
And I wont let anybody deny my vision, its my decision
But yall aint listenin
So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
Im better
Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance
And I can show you that Im worthy of the trust that you require
Put it all on my shoulders, Im a fighter, I wont get tired
When Im back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner
Its my gameplan now
To get in this ring and show that Im a changed man and how
I wont blow another chance to make you proud
Even though you got the right to hate me now
I know you lost your hope in me
But hopefully I can restore it back where its supposed to be
I just want my daughter back, this fight means much more than that
Im tryna think before I react, I aint get the message at first
I tried to ignore the facts
But Im much older, shes my soldier, I told you Id go to war for that
I said your boy is the truth and its no lie in him
All he needs is his family with him
Yall want him til its no room given
Ima hit him til the ref come and get him
So dont look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
Im better3Embed |
Turn Me Loose Lyrics
Uh
Aiight
Check
Slim, Shady, through the mic kid, Uh
Slim Shady, Oh
I dont do black music, I dont do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
From a slip disk from a Limp Bizkit disk
I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts
So I get pissed and cant pick which wrist to slit
Little rich kids in cribs dont attempt this shit
So step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch
So I say to the girl, Im like, What up, girl? Shut up, girl!
Then I showed her a cut up squirrel
She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her
She slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer
I moved on to two blondes kissin on a futon
Yo, baby, what are you on?
I looked at em both and I was like, Look
Check this out, toots, Im lookin for Cookie Puss
I need to speak to him immediately
They played my video on MTV last week
And just when I was thinking I was all that and then some
Here comes Fred Durst, Now Shady, let me get some
Who knows what galaxy I came from?
One where a bass drum hung from my high chair
Now Im a nightmare, you stay right there
I got the fever for the flavor of a single
See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down
Shocked by the sound, I got you crusin with your top down
These two blondes I offered them both a drink
And this you would think could get the party started
But instead the girls turned their heads
Opened up their mouth, smelled like somebody farted
So it was time for me to move on
Shady said the living room was a dance floor
So turn me loose, I was cuttin the rug with this chick
Bumped into this dude who was a drunk and a prick
Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me, wow!
I spilled a drink on his shirt
But no, he insisted we should go
And before I could drop him, Shady had to clock him
The music stopped, the party stood in shock
I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
This partys going my way
Or no way at all
Why dont you...
Turn me loose
You better tell them to come reshingle the roof
‘Cause just keep giving me free drinks til I puke
Then Fred will ask me to lead sing in his group
Im sitting at the bar and Im not being approached
‘Cause Freds over there stealing all of my hoes
Yo, Fred, save me some
I walked to these siamese twins
And asked to have a threesome
I told them two heads are better than one
Plus I respect how yall roll together as one
Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin
Stood up, like, Wait, where are you goin?!
Well, three strikes and Im out
And I just struck out two times in a row
I aint trying no more, fuck it, Im chillin
Did a shot of Jäger, fell asleep on the ceiling
Who knows what galaxy I came from?
One where a bass drum hung from my high chair
Now Im a nightmare, you stay right there
I got the fever for the flavor of a single
See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down
Shocked by the sound, I got you crusin with your top down
These two blondes I offered them both a drink
And this you would think could get the party started
But instead the girls turned their heads
Opened up their mouth, smelled like somebody farted
So it was time for me to move on
Shady said the living room was a dance floor
So turn me loose, I was cuttin the rug with this chick
Bumped into this dude who was a drunk and a prick
Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me, wow!
I spilled a drink on his shirt
But no, he insisted we should go
And before I could drop him, Shady had to clock him
The music stopped, the party stood in shock
I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
This partys going my way
Or no way at all
Why dont you...5Embed |
On t’a humilié Lyrics
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left
Técoutes ce son comme si tu regardais ton premier film porno
Fais bien attention on devient très vite parano
Non non non non jvais pas me faire buter par un autre
Jrappe pour ceux qui savent et tout se passe bien apparemment
Técoutes ce son comme si tu regardais ton premier film porno
Fais bien attention on devient très vite parano
Non non non non jvais pas me faire buter par un autre
Jrappe pour ceux qui savent et tout se passe bien apparemment
Sept cinq double zero neuf pas comme New York ni comme Compton
Jsuis légèrement dans les pommes comme Sam Beckett dans Code Quantum
Mourir âgé comme Jeanne Calment, mourir jeune comme Toutankhamon
Tfaçon jrapperai tout en mcalmant, la juge denfants tout le temps quelle ment
Jai la haine comme Candyman, comme un détenu qui cantine mal
Je napprécie pas quand on me ter-ma, la prof nous rend les comptes en maths
Coupage des têtes sur internet même contenu dans le conteneur
Les premiers cris cest quand tu nais, les coups de tue-lair sont comptés net
Jsuis un bourrin comme Obélix, les keufs voudraient que jobéisse
En quelques sorte que jrentre au pays, en résumé jsuis pas payé
Les zaigos aiment la casser avec du Franco Ferre, jcrois que tes fêlé
Tirer sur autrui cest ce que taimes vas y fais-le
Ça ma soulé, jcrois quil est grand temps que les pédés périssent
Coupe leur pénis, laisse les morts, retrouvés sur le périphérique
9ème zone akhi, nique la galanterie chères mesdames
Cherche pas les médailles, mais les mecs de taille pour les die
Plus quune seule idée, sache quà Paname ça pète quand cest lété
Les putes sont soldées, jveux des concerts de lampleur de Solidays
Une minute de répis, mon pote demande une pause beuh
Rien à secouer si ceux de chez toi ils pèsent beaucoup ou pèsent peu
Des bastos ailées, faut staire, cest le rêve jessaie dpercer
Cest les problèmes, moi ça me pèse, ça bombe les pecs et ça se baise
La compo est dur à suivre donc jcrois que faut scramponner
Jespère que vous mcomprenez, jveux pas être lopprimé ni lgros bonnet
Le fardeau est dur à suivre, 9ème cest le far west
Les ptits dépassent la ligne rouge dans ce cas là wAllah faut les uer-t
Jai des maux dtête comme Rocky Balboa, jsuis le braconnier quabat lboa
Ton équipe elle fait pas lpoids, quand jvois les keufs jdis palpez oi-m
Va encore falloir cascader, mais il me faut lbif des Castaldi
La juge moi jpige pas quest-ce quelle dit, putain jme suis pris quelle squettes-di ?
Pénurie fait que ce putain dsort, jcrois que jsuis lironie
Erroné, presque périmé aux yeux dmes pères et mères
Maître Gims, ça cest lvolume un, la terre du milieu
Vénéneux, Lefa, Jeryzoos on ta humilié
3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
En direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, La mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
Écoute écoute la cest lsième-troi pro
Bon les loux-ja diront sûrement quils aiment pas trop
On est à-l des halls aux Halles, loin dêtre des colos-al
On sest tous connu à lépoque puis on est resté collés-a
Cest pour mon Galsen et pour ceux qui arrêtent pas de saigner
Ceux qui ont toujours pas signé, ceux qui se sont fait bassinés
Ceux qui sont vaccinés contre les coups des porcinets
Les puristes, les passionnés, pour ceux quont une force innée
Ok, on est à-l, des halls aux Halles
Cest pour le Sénégal mais cest la merde où qules colons aillent
Check, on est à-l et cest pas autrement
3ème Prototype, bouillant comme lempire Ottoman
Faut quon fasse beleck, il paraît que des tasses spénètrent
Dans le rap, faut quon place des textes de fous et quon froisse des têtes
Les putes tfont des passes, les des-pe entre eux se paxent
Les dettes te surpassent, tes bête, tacceptes un casse : tes dead
Check jcasse-dédi à la petite place, je tai dis
Jétais pas de ces types... qui bicravent pas ses titres
On a un jeu plus quoffensif, tacle dans les gencives
Toi tu repars en civières et dans les tribunes les gens te sifflent
3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
En direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
Là jkicke mais pas en solo, la clique, cest Sexion dAssaut
Je tinvite chez mes paranos, dans le vide comme un astronaute
Tu piges ? Ya des têtes sous leau, des pitres qui trouvent pas de boulot
Le style ? Jdirais assez lourd, tu kiffes ? Jte le dis là cest nous
Depuis le temps jsuis là jai lhabitude de rester à-l
Cest le bitume qui ma fait a-ç, ya plus le temps faut passer à
Sky, sur les grosses antennes, négro parmi des centaines
Pure mutinerie sans tie-p, 3ème Pro cest plus de 100 thèmes
Tu perds la boule jperds le Nord, jme casse comme la porcelaine
En face ya les forces de lordre, on tgifle, mec ya pas tes rents-p
Glauque comme une tête de mort, cest con comme les Pokémons
Cest le son qui fait des rageux, mafieux comme les Corleone
De Ze-Art à G.D.N., la 9ème Zone aka
La tate-pa dun SLR ouais à chaque fois quon accélère
Cest lWati-B mon label, les wacks MCs font la gueule
Depuis quils savent que cest rude, on bousille un tas de serrures
Le rap, cest trop fascinant, ils mdisent : cest hallucinant
Ils sont choqués surtout quand jleur dit qucest pas évident
La coupe, cest pour la mille-fa, dans le doute, demande à Llefa
3ème Pro chez Makadam, volume 1 laisse des cadavres
3ème pro, en direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
En direct de la terre du milieu
Maître Gims, Llefa, Jeryzoos on vient thumilier
3ème pro, la mixtape dans les ue-r
Avec des flows qui te foutent accroupi comme dans les toilettes turques
3ème pro cest le Renouveau
Mais qui a déjà prétendu changer le monde
La merde je lai déjà vu en descendant de chez moi
Cest mort dans le béton jcrois quon va tous ter-cal
Cest eux qui mont dit que jpouvais pas rester à-l
Mais qui a déjà prétendu changer le monde
La merde je lai déjà vu en descendant de chez moi
Cest mort dans le béton jcrois quon va tous ter-cal
Cest eux qui mont dit que jpouvais pas rester à-l2Embed |
Rap on Steroids Lyrics
Jahlil beats, holla at me!
Philadelphia meet Detroit
Time to shut your mouth
Now its time to show these motherfuckers whats the fuss about
What you dealing with lyrically?
A couple lyricists who dont miss
Niggas ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon get?
You gon get rap on steroids, rap on steroids
Niggas thats silencers on the nozzle
You wont feel the clap, youll only hear the noise
Yall got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin
I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like Im Odell Beckham
Im flyer than a hat on Elroy
I just took it back to the Jetsons
I with the static like I got a Crooked I
Near an open exit with a bad connection
Cause no matter where you go
Youre fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction
What you lookin at? Thats for your protection
This that rap on steroids, nigga, that rap on steroids
I just spit more clairvoyant raps
Than it take to make you half paranoid
Clap a gun at any day or night
Stand over his body then pray to Christ
Like you gave me life so Im gon throw you back one, dear lord
Imma throw back one like Fab on the Gram
Garage look like its sponsored by Hasbro
Got the whole ave going HAM
Yall dont know with what yall are dealing
Im on every block, my team bigger
Cause I rap anything I wanna got
The only thing I dont got is feelings
Nigga my mind so clear
Feels like every thought is visine drippin
No Im not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean niggas
This that....
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Yall ran into me on the wrong day
Fuck strong Jay, do gon say
Just bear arms, you in harms way
You hear alarms, you in Bombay
No Baghdad, get the gas mask
Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe
You un-safe in the right place to get blast at
And thats anybody
I stay on that anabolic
Im far from anatomically correct
Hos call me that anaconda
Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara
Lead poisonin in the damn water
Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor
Philadelphia and Harlem
Roid rage yall damn problem
Cemetery too damn crowded
Ima go get the jack hammer
Go bury a body, dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it
Everybody know everybody
Im be damned if I didnt hear about it
Thought trifle the assault rifle
Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, Im
Probably back on steroids
Kinda like crack on steroids
Lou Ferrigno super negro
Gon and pack your steroids
Nigga my memoirs Renoirs
Everything I do is fine art
Putting rappers in that pine box
When that Black and Nickel Nine spark its a problem
All stemming from them steroids probably
Got them coming back to Philly like its heroin callin
American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver
And if, lifes a bitch we gon Rohypnol her
They call it....
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Detroit we rappin on
Steroids, boy
Philly we reppin on
Steroids, yeah
All the rappers on steroids
Say we rapping on steroids
Nickle Im rappin on
Steroids, boy
Pesado rappin on
Steroids, yeah
All the rap is on steroids
Said we rapping on steroids
I said I said every rap is on steroids
Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise
You dont wanna violate and make the K rise
Them a say the rap is on steroids
Nickle Im rappin on
Steroids, boy
Shady, Im rappin on
Steroids!12Embed |
Murder Lyrics
Detroit, Motown
Ayy, guess what?
They gave us a Super Bowl this year
And you know what happened?
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
Henny-ed up, Remy-ed up, ski mask, black truck
Dickie outfit, passenger side
Fuck it, I just did two lines
A chrome TEC-9, itll tear out niggas spine
Its a party, go on in and have fun
Cause after its over, all you go hear is-
Shootin, blastin, hittin the floor
Ten-thousand in the safe, shit, Im bout to score
Cause Im dangerous off angel dust
Shit, Ill bust even the nigga that came wit us
And this is for my niggas that be robbin and stealin
Carjackin, murder ones and fuckin drug dealings
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
I stumble in the club, blow the 9 millimeter, cocked
Somethings tellin me to stop- fuck it, I dont see the cops
Niggas dont believe until they see its out
Stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the heaters out
Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out
Beggin me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demons out
Everybody on the floor, come out of that mink
Come out of them diamonds, and you come out of that valor
The party is over, sit the fuck down, cut the music
Matter of fact turn it back it up, shit, I could use it
I need the noise, in case I have to let a couple off
Saw another icy chain, walked over and tugged it off
Give me that butter-soft, and since you buyin out the bar
You can buy my drinks for today and tomorrow
Im out for the paper, my homie, better hide your jewels
Im in the game starvin and I aint playin by the rules, nigga
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Murder, murder!
Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Shady
Its The Re-Up
Shad—5Embed |
Venom Lyrics
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off til you scream, Piss off, screw you
When it talks to you like you dont belong
Or tells you youre in the wrong field
When somethings in your mitochondrial
Cause it latched on to you, like—
Knock knock, let the devil in
Manevolent as Ive ever been, head is spinnin
This medicines screamin, L-L-L-Let us in
L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeletons meltin
Wicked, I get all high when I think Ive smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Mayo and went from Hellmanns and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics 97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proofs room slept on the floor of da motel then
Dr. Dre said, Hell yeah
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know theyre gonna hate
But I dont care, I barely can wait
To hit em with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin world better prepare to get laced
Because theyre gonna taste my—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
It-its evident Im not done
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
Like a web and you just caught in em
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
Beat strangler attack
So this aint gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
Like, whats her names at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin into ya
You aint gonna be able to tell what the fucks happenin to ya
When youre bit with the—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
Aint no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, Im loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
Youre snake-bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen Im
Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitch, its goin down like Yung Joc
Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Ate shit til I cant taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner, then drank til I faint
And awake with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons Im bonded to
Cause theyre chasin me but Im part of you
So escapin me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents life
And your childhood too
Cause if Im the music that yall grew up on
Im responsible for you retarded fools
Im the super villain Dad and Mom was losin their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And Im the suit, so call me—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And Im not knowin when Im
Ever gonna slow up and Im
Ready to snap any moment Im
Thinkin its time to go get em
They aint gonna know what hit em
14Embed |
Park It Sideways Lyrics
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this bitch bumping...
Pocket full of money
Pocket full of money
P-p-p-pocket full of money
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life
Pocket full of money
Pocket full of money
P-p-p-pocket full of money
Y’all niggas fake as fuck
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn’t make this up
I live in the realest state like it’s housing
Life is grand, like a thousand
Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain
I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers
Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us
So I suggest you...
Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs
So many bitches round I don’t even know what to do with them
Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them
To tell the truth, I think beating it is easy
So when I say I poppin models, y’all got reasons to believe me
Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weeknd CD
Wanna fly in for the week and you see me
Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life
Pockets full of money
P-p-pockets full of money
P-p-pockets full of money
Park that motherfucker sideways
Park that motherfucker sideways
Park that motherfucker sideways
To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit
Like A.I. I cross over when I’m near a mic
I stay fly even though I got a fear of heights
I aim steady when I’m gunning with one of them nines
And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind
My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy
Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds
Like a broke nigga, I ain’t got nothing to lose
But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes
And shawty mouth is under my ooo...
I can’t say that, radio don’t play that
I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that
But it can never blind me, now where my Rays at?
Yeah, boy, this is payback
Y’all was hating back in May, so I said “Hey” and bought a Maybach
The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at
Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life
Pockets full of money
P-p-pockets full of money
P-p-pockets full of money
Park that motherfucker sideways
Park that motherfucker sideways
Park that motherfucker sideways
To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit3Embed |
What Colour Is Soul Lyrics
Get your rusty ass over fore I put a shine to it
See man, its man I trust so Imma rhyme to it
20% out of a hundred groups are mediocre
They took a medicine effect and Im a pretty choker
So once you got a couple microphones well Imma rep em
You got some Nile rapper rivers too, well Imma check em!
Because they new to this, Im true to this!
They shouldnt be doin this
A lot of rappers reppin keepin miles is a few in this
Game, to maintain, I keep it going on
You hear the guitar and the funky beat Im flowin on
I dont tell em when I see it, I just spot it
Just runnin me, have soul and aint the only person got it
And blacks dont have to act white if they like Red Hot Chili Peppers
And whites dont have to act black if they like Salt-N-Pepa
Cause I like a lot of New Kids On The Block
And so Im Blackened like Metallica, look at me in shock
But nothing else matters wherever I may roam
The microphones my best friend and stage is my home
Our music got the sounds, our rhythms got the hooks
I listen to Kenny Rogers, Marvin Gaye and Garth Brooks
I listened to that thats and
Good music is good music, the other, is mess
No matter if you chocolate or peppermint
What color is my soul? Heres a hint: lets hook em
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint
Were up in it, up in it, and way, hi ho!
Its over when I dont get on the tip of the stickity sterile
If you want to high roll
Some people are comin the road, why though?
With my soul, its deep enough to shake
My oh my!
someone touches a bottle
The albino brothers steppin em up, well wake your
Yeah, I think Im enough to rhyme so look like a
I dont play around, well run and get the fiveo, wait
Hold up! They dont, hold back
To just roll up, they cut no slack
You better step up to bat, or please get a hobby
Cause even a videotape can bring no justice to Rodney
Or IV, Ill put your chest to the point its futile
Get back on your noodle
So you will understand that you wont have the upperhand when
You think I may getting brutal
The America to Bootle
To get the zoom, zam, the zip for the rip
For the kid who had to trip my tint
Its as simple as A-B-Cs and as easy as pie
But is it never to be as intuitive as the question why?
Bullets try to inflictin pain
shade of soul, huh
skills they havent even thought about yet
But when I they act as if my color soft as my step
But dont call me Vanilla Ice, Serato or Kid Rock
And grip with the Roundabout
Cause Im so down, Im out
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint
Shit, there aint idiots bad as the fattest skinniest
Sick with a little rapper to never battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest
Dumb fuck, lookin for the hats or suck a numb
Or jackin jeans keep your hangin nuts tucked
And Im about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus Im almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin a district shit
See youre just barkin up the wrong tree
Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I uh be a fuckin honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck Im saying
He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
Id imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic id be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this muthafucker theres gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck ill hoist it around inside my home
And the DJ better stick up like a rocket
Cause he could scratch on a fucked up a pool table with 27 pockets
Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if our color matters, take no less than pearly whites
But I’m hardcore like rocks in a tomato
Gettin skinned like I was boxing a potato
I wouldnt suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lotsa money so Im good if i make like a nickel
But Im out cold like a snowstorm
So I got nuts so fat, itll keep my toes warm
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open em up, even the best eyes squint4Embed |
Anger Management Lyrics
Alright, lets go
Yeah! Welcome... to the official... Shade 45 Anger Management 3 exclusive mixtape. Brought to you by... none other then... the motherfuckin... Fuckin Notorious, infamous, DJ- Whoo!
Once again its the kid, yeah, eat a dick up
Pick up them nuts boy, lick up til you hiccup
Sick mofucka, yeah, same sick mug used to stick up
His middle finger and go chicka-chicka-chicla
Hi! My name is Chicka-chicka-chicka
Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka
Till this shit was stuck in your head so much
You were sick of him and chicks love him
And the more he said fuck a bitch they adored him
And he did the shit more; choke a slut, smack a bitch whore
Beat a bitch up, look at these kids, they eat this shit up
And this was back before I even knew what the shit was
Its affecting what it does, parents become pissed at us
Meanwhile ticket sales have just skyrocketed up
So shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck you, suck a dick slut
But I gotta go, its time for me to go and pick up
Jessica, its official I just broke her and Nick up
laughter
Now, if you leave the show... and you don’t got one of these CDs... then you did not officially experience... the entire show. Once again: 50 Cent... G-Unit... Nate Dogg... Alchemist... and a special thanks to Lil Jon... and can’t forget: Dr. Dre... D-Twizzy, O-Trice, Stat Quo... and on behalf of myself, I wanna thank yall for coming out. Hope you enjoy the show9Embed |
Talk to Me Lyrics
I’m tired, I feel wired but yet I’m still inspired
To find somebody else for the job, tell me I’m fired
Really muthafuck what they say, I did my job yo
Hood nigga straight off the block, I beat the odds
Now you see a nigga, back to the wall
Now you exciting, now I’m done
Everything for you niggas but get indicted
Got niggas in the feds wishin I was still with ‘em
Death penalty, go throw ‘em in the ail with ‘em
Rather die int he hands of the judge then former friends
Man this shit is like an ongoing movie, it never ends
Same nigga say that they would, love you forever
Niggas get the forecast and change just like the weather
Got me feeling like a whole brick, cut with some pain
From winter days yeah, they start of sunny and then it rains
And even after all these years, it’s still storming
You couldn’t of told ‘em it wouldn’t be like this
You coulda warned ‘em
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someones got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face
Ooooh Oh, Ooooh Oh
Somebody’s got a problem, I wanna know
Keep my name out ya muthafucking mouth
Somebody talk to me
Walking like I’m talking, play it like I see it
And I swear sometimes I hear voices talking to me in my head
Some nights I slept for months, the living dead to get this bread
There’s two ways out this shit, a casket or the fucking fed
I rap cause one day I pray this might be my escape
Everyday I seal up these bags, seems like I’m sealing my fate
My momma worked at your gangsta, jumped off the porch out the gate
But I can’t let my momma bury me, thats some shit she can’t take
Most niggas hate when you come up and you doing something constructive
Police to the politician, my whole city corrupted
Wanna convict me for a couple transactions that I conducted
And my homeboys just might snitch under pressure
So muthafuck ‘em, it’s just me and my two nuts
And you can bet they gon hang
And bitch my resume gon’ check out til I check out the game
Sometimes that ski mask on my skull it took effect on my brain
And I still didn’t tell the shit, I’m sick of telling you man
Somebody talk to ‘em
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the fuck now
Somebody talk to me
Cause if it’s me that you’re talkin’ about then I, I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We almost past the point of being able to talk this shit out
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someones got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face2Embed |
Trapped Lyrics
Big Proof, rest in peace
Doody, we love you
We just wanna keep makin you proud
My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin these nines
I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin, that’s in the back of my mind
Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind
Bendin over backwards for these slackers til I’m snappin my spine
Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers
Lookin over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin like soda, hold up
We nothin but soldiers, slow up, this gun is loaded, roll up
They beef and we leavin ‘em coked up
If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, yall can feel it
Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don’t waste time
he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got school crap here at the 7, 8, and Dexter
I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch
When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique7Embed |
Perspective Lyrics
But you got people of all races
Like, coming together and, and
Helping shape this from the ground up
So now you got little white kids growin up with black idols
And you got black kids growin up with white idols
And you got, it-its just this whole mixing pot
Nothing has brought more races and more people
From all different walks of life together than hip-hop
No music has done that
I dont think anything has done that as much as hip-hop has
So, in the same token
I can understand the frustration being that, you know
Damn near every form of, of music, period, was created by black people
So, you got Chuck Berry, you got Rosetta Tharpe
And rock n roll is starting to get some attention, but then along comes Elvis
And people are acting like, Oh my God, Ive never seen this before
Youve seen it before, but you might not have seen a white person do it to this level
So now, he sells the most records and people are callin him the king of rock n roll, right?
But on the flip side of the coin
If Im a black kid, growin up in, lets say the 60s, 70s, 80s, whatever, right
And Im lookin on TV and nobody looks like me
And its very stereotypical
And Im lookin at fuckin, Im lookin at toys
And theyre, and everything is white
The fuckin action figures are all white
The, the fuckin superheroes are all white
Like, maybe theres one or two, uh, black superheroes mixed in there with mostly white
I dont know how Id grow up and not have a chip on my shoulder
On the other flip side of that coin
We dont get to choose our parents, we dont get to choose what color were born
Its more about, at that point, it becomes
Youre born here, you are, youre what color you are, youre what nationality you are
And then its what you do with it, right
To make a difference
To make a difference
To make a—
To make a difference12Embed |
Whether or Not Lyrics
Whether you rap or you dont rap
Duck fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
Cause....
We dont give a fuck
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo face till yo head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot like Im one time
Im aint the remorseful type, Ill drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, Im still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dads name on my ass cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffys son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get fucked, cause
Whether you rap or you dont rap
Duck fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
Cause....
We dont give a fuck
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
These words can just fuck up your high worse than this
{Police Sirens}
Ive killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin wilderness
Im a wildebeest, and Ive concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
Im not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I cant even count one
Two black guns, I dont know maybe theyre Magnums
I dont know what the fuck theyre called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin through my fuck-you stage
Im a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, Imma never grow up, bitch, I aint gon ever get old
Ill be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So until Im wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, Imma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
Its D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcomes hot, once split your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them What the fuck you lookin at?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back
Move it black, this fuckin gatll leave your cookie cracked
Detroits derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit
Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with
Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is
When Im on your front porch with guns about to bust
Cause
Whether you rap or you dont rap
Duck fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
Cause....
We dont give a fuck
When they run into Swift they change directions
My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon fear it
I snatch away yo DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carats or see the nine
Fuckin with mine is like Farakhan chewin up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom
I attack killin, fuckin hoes like Matt Dillon
Stackin obituaries higher than Michael Jacksons ceiling
I leaves nobody livin, I got Satan shiverin
Hate what Im deliverin, you know the best then send em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim
Dont make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
Im the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin your bitch and forcin her in the back seat of an old Corcia
Kunivas the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrants knife, from high as a kite
And my get-a-way drivers drivin right
Fuckin with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I aint nothin to play with
Thinkin you real like The Matrix, fuckin with niggas drippin off self-hatred
Im on some live shit, rappers be on some Ready To Die shit
Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, Ill knock you out instead of shootin
I hit hard, break yo fuckin jaw like Resolution
Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brothers classroom smoked
And the substitue gagged and choked
Nigga
Whether you rap or you dont rap
Duck fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
Cause....
We dont give a fuck
D12, June 19th
Do shrooms like me
Get ready for it.
Trouble soon, baby
You know it
Tell your mama and your sister too
Cause we fuckin em5Embed |
The Last Hit Lyrics
Shady! Thats me!
High and Mighty Trilogy
Back with the flyest material
Shady... Sh... Shady!
That that... thats me!
High.. High and.. Mighty Trilogy
Back with the... Funky... beats
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks
Words in my right, that pass my left ear
Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year
Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who that cat splurging instead of rehearsing?
Tough guys, degentrify your high rise
Looking more like Ronald than them fucking Fry Guys
Go on uptown fucking senoritas
In Taco Bell screaming, Viva gorditas!
Bring all your dogs - I give em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies
Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, praying to Satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cooking up bacon
On barbituates with that shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, cause spina bifida
My nine is lifting ya six feet when I spray rounds
Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air
And four more on the way down
As eight strays graze through a kids hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher
No pun intended, just hop out of your whip
And leave it unattended before I whip out this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
‘Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those
Even if someones in it
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged
Like cavewomen, while Im gravediggin with Marilyn Mans
If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit
And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone
Imma snatch it outta your hand so fast Imma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit
Im flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my babys mother in the hatchback and latched it
Yo yo, Eons wack now, how you think that?
Couldnt get on my record if you were shrink rap
Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be toting
Lets go back online and jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Lets go back in time and steal my whole steez
The Quickening, did a bris at the christening
Im exercising, doing liftings and twistings
Instincts the nicest, I keep telling you
What the fuck this guy on the corner been selling you?
Im e-mailing you at the wrong website
And misspelling you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you
Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse
Disperse like I added too many words in a verse
Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth
Driving off, leaving a murdered virgin at church
The first person who searching the Earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they should have alerted the surgeon first
Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch! I get on my own nerves!
And if I dont got two balls and a middle finger to throw up
Im taking off both shoes and sticking each middle toe up
If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit
And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone
Imma snatch it outta your hand so fast Imma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, Imma take your last hit
Im flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my babys mother in the hatchback and latched it
Any disease out there Im willing to catch it
Slim Shady
All praises to The High & Mighty
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, N....nau..naughty...ro..ro..rotten rhyme....rhyme..rhy..rhymer
Mr. Eon, Illest rhyme drop...drop..drop..dro..dro..rhyme dropper2Embed |
My Name Is Lyrics
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class for one second?
Hi, kids! Do you like Primus?
Wanna see me stick 9 inch nails through each one of my eyelids?
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
Try cid and get messed up worse than my life is?
My brains dead weight, Im trying to get my head straight
But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
And Dr. Dre said Slim Shady, you a basehead!
Uh-uh! So whys your face red? Man, you wasted!
Well, since age twelve I felt like a caged elf
Who stayed to himself in one space, chasing his tail
Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lees lips off
Kissed em and said I aint know silicone was supposed to be this soft!
Im about to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass
Faster than the fat man who sat down too fast
Come here, lady! Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dog!
I dont give a damn, Dre sent me to tick the world off
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester Ill be 35
I smacked him in his face with an eraser
Chased him with a stapler, and told him to change the grade on the paper
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Served the bartender, then walked out with the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship
While theyre screaming at me, Lets just be friends!
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screaming Usher fans
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
So I signed it, Dear Dave, thanks for the support, elohssa
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away!
Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate!
Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die
Ill have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I coming or going? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of Kool-Aid, dare me to drive?
All my life I was very deprived
I aint had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, Ill - anything that walks
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You aint got no tits!
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and tap myself in the head
Im steaming mad and by the way, when you see my dad
Ask him if he bought a porno mag to see my ad
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh?
My name is, chka-chka Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka Slim ShadyEmbed |
F5 Lyrics
Were so furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-furiously dangerous
Were so furiously dangerous
F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-fur-fur
Death by lyrical injection, I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zeros, meaning mucho dinero
So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades
And they all gettin Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waste but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin, or playin double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts
Let me tell this to the people not understandin my moxy
Animal, watch me if you think its tangible, stop me
But then I hit em with a flow that they cant even copy
See we dont play that where Im from its like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for
While you cuffin em all, Im stuffin her jaw
Then leave em for you to rebound
Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad
Ill put you on a crash course in a Smartcar
While Im speedin not relyin on the brake pad
In a car that you should only drive on a race track
So the lines about your phantoms and your Maybach
Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts
You ruined hip-hop
Slaughterhouse will payback
Get in shape and a tatt
We done faded to black
Were so furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-furiously dangerous
Were so furiously dangerous
F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-fur-fur
I went from eatin Top Ramen to bein
Top Rhymer, check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind a long erection
Now its time you bow down and erect a monu-ment in my honor
Cause bitch Im bonker, plural
In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girls
She on E, feelin on me, singin on-key
While Im bumpin, We Are the World
Got her sniffin Britney, no he didnt did he
We run this town, No he isnt Diddy
I feel like tiltlin the glass
She take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
Call her Mississippi
That was pretty witty
Your man like a Black man tryna get re-elected
He aint gettin diddley
Stickin it to the pedal, pedal to the floor
Just whippin it through the ghetto
Metal in the door
In case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I’m settlin the score
I don’t know what ya’ll hatin for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact
I don’t know what you’re waitin for
I aint finna say nothin turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneaker spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in the air going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
Dont be mad at least everything you speak is
I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like Im launchin manure
Lord of the underground, God of the sewer
On Hennessy Black, on Con-to-the-jure
Yeah, Im off the block
This aint work, homie Im off the clock
Im a syllable Hannibal killer
A cannibal with a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable
Ammo, lyrical animal off the top
Rep that West til I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook and Joe, Royce
New Ghost Rolls Royce pulled off the lot
Pop me the only way you could stop me
Im top seed, I clock green at mach speed
So watch me if you havent seen a phenomenon
Spit fast as Lamborghinis and Ramadan
Were so furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-furiously dangerous
Were so furiously dangerous
F-fu-ur-furiously dangerous
Fur-fur-fur-fur
I suggest you shut down
Pack your ish and turn around
Because tonight we run this town
So let your feet swiftly hit the ground
We too dangerous for the world5Embed |
Off The Dome Freestyle Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, play that shit
What the fuck you doing Stretch
Gotta stretch your neck
You better protect it
I’mma Inspectah Deck
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho
Paul Where’s my words at
Yo see Slim Shady yo, where the birds at
Being flipped the middle ones
Rappers get these little ones in they mouth
These little nuts, yeah
Shit, I don’t care I ain’t afraid to admit it
I got a little dick yeah, but so do you
You scared to admit it
You won’t spit it on this mother friggen mic
Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a friggen fag
And I don’t care if you get offended
I never pretended to rock this microphone beef
You wanna start it now we’ll end it
Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone
People want me to do a written rap but fuck that go home
I don’t really give a damn I’ll kick right off of the top
And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot
Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim it’s when im dim
Yo, I’m in affect mode
Rappers get they neck sewed
Get they whole threshold fucked up
Get they damn fleshed sewed
Ha, ha
I busted, I kill it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, I’m ill wit
These motherfucking rhymes that I be coming with and running with and kick you in yo motherfucking stomach with bitch
Cause you don’t want none of it
Rappers always try but they always die
And rappers always look to me and tried to lie
Yo, where my dogs at
Yo where my frogs at
In the house, It really doesn’t matter cause I still turn it out
When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse
Ha, Ha
The illest MC to come off the top
When I get this drum off
Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my friggen breath
And till` the death, bust rhymes till` there’s none left
I’m wanted for theft and robbery
And probably smack a bitch up in the lobby G
Cause she don’t want none of me
I’m the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you’ll see
That I’m from the friggen D
Ya’ll don’t get my point I’m from Detroit
Smoke your fake ass like a joint
That’s the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life
But, at the end of the night I’ll still be fucking your wife
Shit, I really don’t care your style needs to switch
Cause you ain’t rich, that’s why you ain’t rich
Remain underground, can’t come off the top
You can’t drop rhymes nonstop like this
I might twist my friggen dick up in your ear
Rappers always wanna stand clear
I’m a motherfucking landmine
Ya’ll don’t understand mine
I’m Slim Shady showing out like my tan line
Ha, ha
The illest MC to rhyme
Every time the illest MC of our time
I rhyme time and time twice but I’m nice
With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple
I had a Snapple and a motherfriggen syringe
Up in the bathroom I shouldn’t have but yo I boinked
To any MC up in this shit who want some
To any MC who wanna step up and get some
Get done, fuck competition
Let me catch my breath one more time
Yo, I’m on a mission
To stomp any MC comp I just trunked
And swamp is this truamp a word?, no its not
Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, lyricols, spiritual flows, that I flow so hysterical
Driving MC’s crazy, Slim Shady, up in your motherfucking radio baby13Embed |
First Word Freestyle Lyrics
First Word, Excrement
Exclimate, is that what you said?
My next defense, against these extra men
Who try to step to me and wanna have sex again
Vaseline
You little faggots, Ill spray em with gasoline
They try to jack me off with Vaseline
My ass is mean, I smash your spleen
When I crash the scene
Cell Phone
With a cell phone, now who the hells home?
Yall cant tell Paul how to throw me words
Animal Crackers
Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MCs like a cannibal backwards
Ha ha, I got it, thats not it
Fake rappers been spotted
Broken Headphones
Like broken headphones, you head home, you sped home
You get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tones
So I aint trying to hear them, give me another, word for your mother
Stretch Armstrong
Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drumming
Running with this shit when I kick a bitch in the stomach
And star wars, this cars a Taurus
Yo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause Im drunk off
Peanut Butter
Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutter
Start to utter, words that you shouldnt utter
Mark Whalberg
Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and Imma step on him like dogshit
A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with
Pulp Fiction
With pulp fiction, yo Ill eat you like a big gulp addiction
Like slurpees, got herpes, got a hair piece, rest my anises
Got brain damage, Im dumber than rain man is
Theres mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwich
Hurry up, give me one, rappers try to step to this static they wanna give me none
Fresh vegetables
With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of you
Youre bisexual, and theres a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that I Be-
Preparation H
Preparation H, you didnt even let me finish my rhyme
Just shut up for one more time, while I just shine, on this
Microphone, cause Imma be honest, any MC who tries to step to this
Im making you a promise, that what? Give me a word
Nostradamus
That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammas
And coming back to get your parents, well I have it
These rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold
Rappers step to me, you get your wallet stole
Times Square
In Times Square, I got blonde hair, Im higher than con air
Rappers dont want to see me, Ill butt fuck Goldie Hawn bare
In a lawn chair, cause Im there
Kurt Russell
With Kurt Russell, saying, Come here Goldie, you want my love muscle?
I know you want it, I get blunted, then I
Kick these, freestyles just like whipped knees
Taxicab
With a taxicab, Ill smack a bitch with a maxi pad
Where we going? Dont ask me dad
Leave me alone, Im not trying, to even hear you
Dad, I hope youre fucking dying, off this porno mag
Yo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass?
Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary
For the century, Slim Shadys is gonna be the illest
Flamingos
What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingo
Every single day, at the bingo hall, thats why my dick is single, small
Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff?
Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff?
DTs fired
But DTs fired, hes retired, hes not hired, yo
Plus Im tired
Of busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, Im on top
Taking records to the pawnshop, stretch
Damn, see my big ick? Catch
Put a D in front of it, rappers dont want none of it
Coming with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady out, I get ill with the skill
Baby, aight baby, Slim Shady
Kick eighty million rhymes, till Im older than Grady
Spilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue avi
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5 Star Generals Lyrics
Of course, I rap til Im hoarse
Add the sauce to them jive turkey MCs
Say what you like, I toss
Your theory, when you hear me like the guts of a dutch
Snap caught you in the act, like Vivitar AF
2-5-5 Autofocus, clear vision
Precision mics for people of all types
Call the calvary, mic brutality
Switch the pitch gradually
Aqua, turn-table knocka, fresh like Binaca
Jot the thoughts in my chronicles, remarkable styles
Made an exit to spark mine
Nuclear physics, mechanicals and phat rhymes
They know the time, like a sundial, Im X-File
Went to Bible class with a gun, blasted a nun
Fuck Hell, Satan sent my ass to the sun
I wasnt born, I was hatched, dumped in the trash
With a note attached sayin, Someone please whip this brats ass!
I never gave a rats ass or a flyin fuck
Drivin drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck
Slammin the brakes, skiddin out, ‘cause the tires suck
Went to pull you off my dick and got the pliers stuck
You better run, ‘cause Im probably the only one
Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife and stab you with a gun
I like fire, you might see me start it
Im slightly retarded, I miss my sanity since the night we departed
Yo, Old World Disorder on some outnumber shit
Wed rather go out of control than to be under it
Yo, how you gonna win against us
When we got nothin to lose?
Must be confused, or prayin to a God that dont exist
It wouldnt save your Bible-kissin asses even if he did
We like to twist your mystic
Genetic dead-end, dont got friends
Skam and Shadowman, posting children for depression
Stress in any language, say my name in Spanish
Thats Chupacabra, suck the life out of you
There wont be enough of your brain left to fill a teaspoon
We two vanishing men that make the bad things blend
And probably go platinum on the day that the world ends
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
When it comes to beef, I gets relief when I kill and breathe
Send a wreathe, get your family ready for the grief
Ill knock your teeth; take your seat, like a thief
Make you change your beliefs
Burn a leaf before you go beneath
Rappers, I kill em, down to Hell is where I send em
Feelin my pen is illin so much I need some penicillin
Jams Im spillin, ‘cause Im bound to it
Kicking shit thats solitaire
Your crown I rip, ‘cause rappers, you sound counterfeit
You get a round of clips, if you play hard
You stay scarred thinkin youre braveheart
Youre in a graveyard, one in a mil, son
Im ill when it comes to skills
Wanna get killed or catch a dum-dum in your grill
Rappers diminishin, in scrimmage
Im good to the finish, Ill speak in English
While your brothers are speakin in gibberish
You touch the mic and Im out to bury your fingers
You want some fame? Ill beat you up in front of Jerry Springer
So pay the price, say they nice, when they play the dice
Ill take your life, slay you twice, before you break your rights
Cats who rap are feminine
Im sendin this without the benefits
Of cinema scents of cinnamon
So submit it in your mental
Since you find it essential to stencil simple sentences
A sentence is simple, you banned from using writin utensils
Whether Krylon, crayon, pen, or pencil
Observe verse packed with syntax
That causes skin cracks on impact
Send a rap-shot to jaw with a crack and thwack
Send them whack-men back
To the lab to add what most of them lack
I can hand you a manual
To make what I plan to do more tangible
You still wouldnt understand the full concept
It slips through your fingers like sand granules
Scan the land and the blue sea annually
And you will see which animals eat amphibians
From spittin up that written stuff; it’s all the same
It’s the reason for cyphers prematurely spittin up
Ironic, phonics show my flow is far from ambionic
To be honest, no hits of chronic in my bionic, Im beyond it
The texture of my lecture is complex like a professor
Skeptics greet me exceptional when I bless sound receptacles
Much stretchin through my vestibules
Turns crews to vegetables
They grab my testicles and cup em
Fuck em, bless em—Who? What?
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...
Rhymes that you never even heard before...4Embed |
Stan Lyrics
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint callin
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must notve got em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em
But anyways, F it, whats been up, man? Hows your daughter?
My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what Ima call her?
Ima name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Im sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some - who didnt want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but Im your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that - was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
My teas gone cold
Im wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I cant see at all
And even if I could itd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad
Dear Slim, you still aint called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I aint mad, I just think its fucked up you dont answer fans
If you didnt want to talk to me outside your concert, you didnt have to
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
Thats my little brother, man, hes only six years old
We waited in the blisterin cold
For you, for four hours, and you just said no
Thats pretty crummy man, youre like his favorite idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I aint that mad, though I just dont like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if Id write you, you would write back
See, Im just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what youre sayin in your songs
So when I have a crummy day, I drift away and put em on
‘Cause I dont really got shit else
So that shit helps when Im depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sucker rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it
My girlfriends jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she dont know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She dont know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me, man, Ill be the biggest fan youll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too
My teas gone cold
Im wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I cant see at all
And even if I could itd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad
Dear Mr. Im-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
Thisll be the last package I ever send your ass
Its been six months, and still no word—I dont deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on em perfect
So this is my cassette Im sendin you, I hope you hear it
Im in the car right now, Im doin 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin
But didnt, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
Thats kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin
Now its too late, Im on a thousand downers now—Im drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without me
See, Slim—shut up, - ! Im tryin to talk
Hey, Slim, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I aint like you
‘Cause if she suffocates shell suffer more and then shell die too
Well, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge now
Oh, shoot, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?!
My teas gone cold
Im wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I cant see at all
And even if I could itd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your girlfriends pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, Im really flattered you would call your daughter that
And heres an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap
Im sorry I didnt see you at the show, I mustve missed you
Dont think I did that sht intentionally just to diss you
But whats this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin, dawg, come on, how messed up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin
To help your ass from bouncin off the walls when you get down some
And whats this junk about us meant to be together?
That type of junkll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that youll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, Im glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just dont want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one - on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didnt say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was—it was you
Damn…5Embed |
My Drug Addiction LyricsI dont know what point exactly it started to be a problem, I just remember liking it more and more, whenever people would try to help me I would say get that fucking person outta here, I cant believe they said that shit to me, they dont know anything about me or my life. Its not like Im out here snorting coke or shooting heroin up my arm.
Its either you have a problem and can you control it or you cant, I literally thought I could control it until I overdosed during Christmas of 2007. Had I got to the hospital about two hours later, I would have died. My organs were shutting down. My liver, kidneys, everything. They were gonna have to put me on dialysis, they didn’t think I was gonna make it.
I remember coming out of rehab and relapsing and shooting right back up to where I was when I overdosed. I was ransacking my whole house just looking for a stash of Vicodin that I maybe hidden away and then I found some in my basement wrapped up it was the extra strength ones.
After I got out of rehab I did not sleep for three week straights I mean like not even nodding off for a fucking minute I would just sit up and stare at my TV.
I would walk around my house and thinking every single day, Im gonna fucking die. Im looking at my kids, and like, I need to be here for them. Im growing. I just couldn’t believe that anybody could be naturally happy or naturally function or be just enjoying life in general without being on something
The doctors told me Id done the equivalent of four bags of heroin,
I was addicted Valium, Ambien, the numbers got so high I didnt even know what I was taking anymore. It never once hit me that drug addiction runs in my family, now that I understand that I’m an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it now.
I wanted to make an overall statement — I’m back. It was a slow process. You gotta remember I hadn’t recorded a song sober in seven years. So it took me a while to even feel like I could record a song sober … I don’t know the last time I shot a video sober, without drinking or taking anything. It’s been years.
I almost feel like a little kid again with rap, I wanna play around with different flows. If I don’t feel like it’s what I’m fully capable of, if there’s one weak line, I wanna change it. Rap was my drug It used to get me high and then it stopped getting me high. Then I had to resort to other things to make me feel that. Now rap’s getting me high again.
So I would say to anybody, it does get better, you know. It just does.20Embed |
8 Mile: Cheddar Bob Freestyle Lyrics
Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred of cheddar cheese
Theres not a better MC than me
Im B-Rabbit, bitch, sting like a bee, float like a butterfly
What am I? So what if I cut a guy?
Did I s-s-stutter, guy?
Leave you punch-drunk from lunch truck to Shelter
You never felt the wrath or felt the skelter, melt ya
Got the belt for the welterweight champ
You got in wit a fake stamp
Garbage bag full of clothes, still pullin hoes
Rip you from head to toe, from leg to bullet hole
Next gun, pull it slow
And aim at the Free World fore you let it go
Instead of Oh, I just shot my dickhead
And yes, you do got a big head
I cant call it, Cheddar, wheres your wallet?
Youre so drunk, you can outdrink the alcoholics
Make em say Damn, Cheddars the man
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Freestyle LyricsDie Bitches, Check it out bitches
All you bitch ass rappers
Need to get your clit repierced, Look at me, hip, Im Britney Spears
Look at the way I wear my mascara
How you doing
Im Pristina Gaguilera, And I sing songs about a genie in a bottle
And Im Britney Spears
I got big tits, Im a role model
To all little kids
But I got breast implants
That was the only way to get my chest enhanced
And here I go with the lyrical, miracle, spiritual everytime im incredible
With freestyles from the top that I drop
And my instinct
Is to kill NSync
And the Backstreet Boys
It really doesnt matter coz I got a scratchy voice
Yo, check it out
But you ask me I aint gonna be happy til I see every member of the Backstreet Boys
Getting their ass beat
In the back seat of a taxi, And dropped of on the real backstreet
And somebody black sees five little rich white boys
Looking like faggots
With the N-word painted on the back of their jackets
Ohhhhh
And god damn it
Cant stop there
Whats up?
Its over
And this just Some Bacardi and Mountain Dew
And wonder how we tune is
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8 Mile Road Lyrics
Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I aint stoppin till my clique poppin
Swimmin in barrels of money
Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child aint a dummy
Its funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin and hungry
Im comfy as hell, skatin with another niggas money
You lyin your ass off, you know you aint that tough
Im pullin your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or
Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw
Im wide awake but it still feels like Im dreamin
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence of a females the form of a demon
Thats why I, fuck em and leave em
Get my nut while Im breathin
Cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin
Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin?
You trippin, more records could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama bitchin in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What!
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Picture me being crack
You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie
Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow
Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
Im smuggled, Im nothin but trouble
Ill make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You tryin to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin
Think Im playin? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin
Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin
If Jeffreys down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
Im outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin Im stoppin
Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you know the contestants
As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons
Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games
Ballin out, cant stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good
Or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back
Cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin frontin nigga
Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga
Read the Daily News nigga you see them talkin about me nigga
Im in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!1Embed |
Last Kings Lyrics
Death Row, thats where motherfuckers is endin up
Dear mama, Im caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if theyll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Dont wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while Im walkin, and talkin behind my back
Im kind of schizophrenic, Im in this shit to win it
Cause lifes a Wheel of, Fortune heres my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin jealous tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now imma dime off yo ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear Im nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, 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-oh, 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 Row
Dear mama, these cops dont understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldnt hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
Im down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
Its hard to adapt, when youre black and youre trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldnta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmates raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Cant sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibals
And thats how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 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 Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?
Dont let me lose you, Im not trying 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 ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty 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
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The People’s Champ LyricsI told the world one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back
They ask me am I okay, they ask me if Im happy
Are they asking me that because of the shit thats been thrown at me
This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting
Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training
My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low
My name is Chauncey Billups, Im kind of like a raunchy Phillips
Screwdriver, my crews live when you cant sleep and youre still up
I came in this game with, bad intentions
And I aint budged, not even an inch since then
Lava on my lips I flips, wake up think I have a cramp
Im trying to shove the lava lamp up my fathers ass
Got my self esteem back, got my confidence up
Im gonna step up on this stage now, Im gonna strut
Shady man, I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not4Embed |
Hip Hop Lyrics
Yeah... Huh...
Turn my mic up a little bit
Hit some of this Cali guido
Listen to some motherfucking...
Everybody got a little story they gotta tell
Niggas aint heard my shit...hahaha
The life of Bizarre...what!
Hip hop, thats the way of life
If you think youre nice, then go grab the mic
Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losing
Man, I aint had no hood, my mother was always moving
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
Goddamn, Mama, whats the point?
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Jump in the truck with my step-dad
When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger
And me and my rap partner wasnt seeing eye to eye
So he picked up and started a group with some other guys
This is hip hop, man, I wont stop
Yo Big Boi Gimme a beatbox
beatbox
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone
Ten years later, Im still in the zone
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born
United we stand, divided we swore
And hell yeah, I lived in my car
Bitch, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar
And Dirty Management, I wish all the best
But me and my niggas, we had to do whats best
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldnt buy an ounce
And now that we platinum, they diss our name
Like we wont go to the car and get them thangs
And beef, sometimes you dont have a choice
From the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce
To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club
To the e-dubs and niggas you aint heard of
And man, I dont know how to use a gun
But Ill learn quick if the fucking beef come!
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
Id rather be fishing in flip flops, flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I
Cant see no country singers beefing over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do the same
Couldnt wait to get to the shooting range
Me and my man Goofy Gary just trying to let loose some steam
Motherfuckers laughing cause I couldnt aim
So Id pull the fucking target closer and just shoot the thang
I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no CCW license
I tried to apply for one, they said itd take five-six months
What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come?
Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk
Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was
Im triple platinum, I aint trying to catch no murder one
Figured Id shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one
But them other two gon fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up
Then Imma say its self defense, how come I had the gun?
Was because I was at the range, on my way back from
This dude approached me on some bullshit
Id get a year for each bullet at the most
As opposed to having a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it
Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it
What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop3Embed |
1998 Wake Up Show Freestyle LyricsBroke the rubber
Busted a nut up in your mother
So how you feel about having another little brother
Nasty motherfucker
Talking like a trucker
Snatch your bitch up out of your track
I Smack her up and fuck her
Always talk shit high
Smoking chocolate Thai
So yall can die
Just by walking by giving an awkward eye
Ive lost my motherfreaking marbles
Smelling like a brewery
Jewelling at the way your jewellery sparkles
Head full of charcoals
Smoked out brain particles
Burning holes in clothes articles
A retarded fool since I started school
Burned the weed before I learned to read
Disregarded rules
Skip the classes to blaze the blunt ashes
Kissing front dashes and smashing up cars like stunt crashes
Hall passes for restrooms
Chewing mushrooms
Doing rush fumes in the lunch room
Looking nervous
Liquor in my thermos
Hung with hermits who carry guns without permits
Staring at the bitch with firm tits
Jacking off
Aiming straight for both lips when my sperm spits9Embed |
Green Lantern Lyrics
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick
Feel this, nonstop
Motion picture shit, haha
Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin Imma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded wit 16 shots for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe
Cause 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 a animal wit it when I spit it its crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryina play me
One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
Im gangsta to the core nigga you cant move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
Spray shells through your convertible
Lotus, you notice?
Rich 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
Yeah I know you like that
Green Lantern
Shady Records
Anger Management Tour, homie
Yeah2Embed |
Eminem’s Tattoos LyricsA body map of Eminems tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left
Stomach:
Rot in Pieces
Left Arm:
Slim Shady/ Ronnie half sleeve
Right Arm:
Bonnie & Clyde half sleeve
Right Forearm:
D
Hailie Jade
Slit Me
Left Forearm:
12
Proof
Tribal band5Embed |
XXL Freestyle Lyrics
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
Imma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
Im more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
Cause Imma still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as Im on pills, and I got plenty of pot
Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for?
Everybodys pissin me off; even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No shit Im a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?
Ight, yo
Where the fuck yall at, nigga?
1Embed |
Our Way Lyrics
We them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
You’ll be talking shit about all day
Internet underground, niggas
Our intellect just wont allow us to make records yall way
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions
Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it
From abroad to back home, yall aint got to clap
We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him
Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal
And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry Gods work let’s get real
All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62
But it ain’t no industry business I ain’t privy to
Yeah and for yall niggas that tired of it
Just lay down and picture your soul over your body
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line
Now I dont rhyme unless a check gets signed
My bank account, it don’t look bad
I got house gang, hood swag
Im a Crook thatll Jump Off with five 9s or a good jab
Hell yeah, I could brag, dude aint never switch
Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag
You mad little nigga cause Im holding the belt
Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself
I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation
Slide them Dres over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation
‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherfucker Yaowa going in
Yall wan be mad go right ahead but once again
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong
Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone
Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son
Clothes I used to borrow some now its name brand drawers
Just so my dick can see how far Ive come
Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels
Thats how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables
They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shits pathetic
Shouldered the blame its a shame it took hindsight to give me credit
I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall
I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused
We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal
There’s no other outcome when you question my will
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
They say I’d never make it, never make it
My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it
For lyrical murder, I’m on the verge of my next merger
Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber
I took it a step further
I took over the web servers
I took over the west word to these fresh words
And rode the wave of web surfers
A circus- that’s what this industry makes me think about
Cause selling outs a shortcut integritys the scenic route
But you have never seen a crew or better team
While you forever sleep we’re doing everything you fuckers dream about
Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout
Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way2Embed |
Who Want It Lyrics
Yeah, we back baby!
I told yall we was comin back
Detroit
What, bitch?
Its Trick-Trick!
And motherfuckin Slim Shady!
Gettin back, yo!
Get your motherfuckin hands up!
Weve been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats
The best yet and niggas gettin they neck checked
Best check to protect, Detroit aint only known
For the best threats, so bet, we got decks
And collect debt and rest the goon squad
We wreck your whole set, we rep the Mid-West
You rappin niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs
We sendin them home, stones thrown and broken bones
Better leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin thru niggas
Cant even stomach what the D got comin
And waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops, boy
We poppin off shots and guaranteein a spot at the top
First place for niggas gettin got
You think you fuckin with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker
So next time you see us be sure that you make a hole
And when they mention the D, get down on all fours
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
Ooh, wow, look at the bitches up in this club
Man Im gettin me some digits fore I leave up out this mug
And its like boom pow, wham, bam, thank you maam
I aint kissin you on the lips but Ill be glad to shake your hand
Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight
Just let me pick the chick that Ima leave here with tonight fore we get to fightin
And threw out, this music makes me rowdy
How they gonna play that new Trick-Trick and expect no one to get their shit split?
Its just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq
And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic
And blow a fuse out, homies is like, Youre startin to stagger
And Im like, Nah thats just my swagger and Im dancin with this fat girl
And gettin loose now, I dont wanna fight, I feel like partyin
Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan
And knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know Im goin to jail
I might as well take the laces out my shoes now
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
I hear them screamin, Goddammit, there go the Eminem in him
It aint no hittin him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them
Its Trick and them Goon Squad gangstas, you cant get to him
We down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin em
See, ever since we started you mightve had to pardon
Our heart is from the largest city, they sayin that we retarded
And on us, so stop, some of their artists got dropped
You think Im playin? Then bring it, come on lets see what you got
We make the club go bang gunshot, you got that light noise
See, aint nobody fuckin with this nigga and this white boy
Done been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes
We put the thugs on and make em beat up out of they clothes
We dont give a fuck about nothin you used to do
Your record is equivalent to a high school musical
No blamin Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre
Blame me for everything I say, cause I got him nigga
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
Got big killas with big guns
Come to my hood, get some
Wanna start shit in the club, boy
Touched up Fucked up
No-damn-body
Fuckin around, cuttin these niggas heads off1Embed |
Take the Whole World With Me Lyrics
Check this out
This is Bizarre
And this is the rap king DJ Butter
From tha Outsidaz
Bam Bam Bam!
Dirty Dozen
Outsidaz
Taking the whole world with me
Two blunts and Im bringing ya girl with me
Im high like Redman
Trippin with a tab of acid in my headband
The names Pacewon Ill kick that ass quickly
When I die, Im a try to take the whole world with me
Four rhymes penetrate ya kidneys
When I die, Im a try to take the whole world with me
Take it with me
Take it with me
The whole world with me
Ill be hittin you with rude shit
I be rollin like crews with new whips
Call it stupid but Ive mastered the fantastic ghetto bastard
More rap style to kick that ass with
Rough as Brillo, nympho
Spreading like info
More than the Jacksons got kinfolk
Ya crew not strong
They stink like ya mothers feet
When she walk in shoes with no socks on
Light as popcorn
Me disciplining fresh emcees that youd be scared to rock for
Im low down and Im shifty
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
Most emcees get slapped cause they sissy
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
Im in a soundproof booth without a roof
Drunk off 180 proof Vodka with Dr. Ruth
We in the vocal room inhalin magic markers
Sitting in the dark lightin our blunts with sparklers
We got my man Pacewon behind the boards
Because we tied the engineer up with outlet cords
Bizarres in tha lobby with the Beatles
Smokin bowls, pokin holes in his veins with dirty needles
We get all doped up from poppin uppers
And run a train on Foxy Brown without rubbers
Smokin homegrown drugs
Thats why you can barely tell what the fuck were saying like Bone Thugs
Hittin blunts till my lungs get too much smoke
And take one more short toke before I snort coke
Shit, I been doing lines all day
My minds all clay from smelling Pine Sol spray
What, no hold up hold up hold up
Smokin laced weed wrapped up in a fruit roll up
My lungs are all swol up about to bust open
Im just hopin I dont die from snortin crushed Motrin
I need drugs, somebody fix me
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
12 bluntz plus Im bringin ya girl with me
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
Im not comin back, so dont send no one to get me
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
Fuck that, gimmee all my shit free
When I die Im a try to take the whole world with me
Wack emcees theres a new sheriff in town
Put ya guns down and die with an ill frown!
Tha Outsidaz doin uppas and downas
Clowners, even massa scared to hang around us
Im a slob that dont have job
Peep through your window to steal the cook from ya mom
We just starters, yall niggas hit the bitches
Smackin more hoes than Jo Jackson has felony convictions
Clouds of mushrooms I just cant see
Pull me out tha bathroom Im bout to OD!
Nasty, dirty some say Im filthy
Everytime I drop a rap Im a be like
MMMRRRRPHHH!
Crazy high, have no fear
Eat the pussy of a girl with burning diarrhoea
Im ready to box so the bell go ding ding
My crews more stupid and whack than Zazu from Lion King
Whos the big guy high off Chocolate Thai
If you disrespect me youll lyrically die
Somebody hide me, somebody get me
When I die I take the whole world with me
Im bout to do your girl named Cindy
When I die I take the whole world with me
Your grandma said I give as good as plenty
When I die I take the whole world with me
You know my flow is so ill
Emcees on the microphonell get verbally killed3Embed |
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Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Metaphors in Medu Neter, leave you dead on the stretcher
Kemetic intelligence with a melanin texture
Im addressin the elephant, you fellas is steppin
A Weapon X in my skeleton to set off metal detectors
Tinted windows in a rental with a pistol, nigga
I can get you, but Ima hit you on a instrumental
Presented by Em, ho , and I’m Imhotep
Surgical like that medical expert
Now I got a nine piece, aim it at your mind
Better pray, better find your God
Im feelin like Pac, better call on Yahweh
Amun-Ra, nigga find Allah
Find Allah, because Im rippin artists to shreds
That mean find your arm, leg, leg, arm and your head
That shit inside of me is sick as sodomy
Stickin gonorrhea dick inside of a body thats already dead
Im top dog like a bottomless pit
But I dont do tricks, except when Im cockin your bitch
She in the mall, shopping for shit
She throwin a tantrum, damn I mean copping a fit
Face it, you aint shit
But me and my brothers able to shape-shift
One minute Im Demi, the other minute Im Kenny
The other minute Im apeshit
Julius take this
Im from another planet, I came here in a space ship
Im a savior, here to save the generation
My rapping cadence is captivating
Call it trap music
All I need is a Eminem beat
My pen and my sheet, my nigga, thats the minute I beast
And everyone in the vicinity can get it, even if they innocent
Cause I be killin indiscriminately
Yall claim to be ready, you not
But ready or not, Im gunnin for whoever on top
How many songs did Julius spit on and go cold savage?
Nigga, you can bet its a lot
I be sittin in the dark while Im plottin on the next person
Ima bury, I call it a burial plot
And fuck the cops, I punch the cops
Put hands on 12 like a hour after 11 oclock
You wanna battle with the Family Bvsiness?
Thats insanity, you gotta be kiddin
I got an insatiable appetite, snack on every wack nigga spittin
Graduated from the academy of cannibalism
Let me release my secret
I murder motherfuckers to release my demons
Takin a non stop run all night
On a cold pursuit to murk Liam Neeson
Murk anybody, I dont need a reason
Cold motherfucker, I must be anemic
Yall some walking dead men
When I swing my bat with spikes on it like a scene from Negan
Please believe, its finna be a lot of bleedin
Nigga, this shit aint for the weak and squeamish
When its beefin season, nigga think of leavin
You can leave in peace or you can leave in pieces
Too motherfucking deadly, lets see
If a nigga really wanna test me
I wear a vest to protect me
When Im shootin, my vest is kinda like a teammate who sets screens
We the best, nigga, not just on the West
We the best thing since Rakim, we the next kings
Yall rappers just aint us
Yall some fake fucks, like a movie sex scene
Yall trash, I aint feelin anybody
Clip full of hollow tips, fill up anybody
You can find me in the audience of my enemy stage show
You can stage dive, Im willin to catch a body
Yall be runnin when we come to your city
Ima light a nigga up, if you wanna get litty
Just when you thought it was over
You forgot my little brother was with me, hold on
There really, really isnt many fucking with Kenny
My nuggie forgive me
There isnt any fucking with Kenny unless she loving my jimmy
Lettin’ me rub on her titties while Im all up on that kitty
Niggas afraid of what Im bustin like Im clutching a semi
Niggas wondering how long youve been a menace
Well, its been a minute
Been malicious when a nigga pennin, puttin venom in it
Pick a sickness, bet about a million, and Im iller than it
Never get it twisted, niggas dealing with a killer in this bitch
Fam Bvs quiet, thats code
Id have to kill you if I ever told
Pop you right after supplying info
That’ll be you literally dying to know
Jiminy Cricket, Kenny is sick as Lemony Snicket’s
For an infinity offending these finicky bitches
Better be a friend of me, my enemy finna be missin
I got bars for life, like Im livin in prison
Kill em whenever I kick it two times eight
What you kickin is trash like Little Chris in Friday
Im a shark, thats why Im great, you live bait
Im swimmin in the tears of my enemies, who cry lakes
You bout as light as a bulb
That mean you light weight
Me, Im such a fucking heavy weight
If I stomp the ground, buildingsll levitate
Ill when I regulate, real when I educate
Will set the record straight, chill when I meditate
Skill, itll resonate, millions are devastate
Killin whoever hate, kneel when I delegate
Still gotta dedicate, steel to you featherweights
Real shit I predicate, billions of replicates
Zillions will speculate, my will finna separate
The real from whoever fake, fillin the septic tank
‘Cause you full of shit, thats how I feel when your record play
Run the block like Dikembe, comprende?
Come for top, when your chick pray for dick play
Hump her chops, like a sensei on Wednesday
Give it a magic, a Johnson, thats MJ
Hit her box in my Jordans, thats MJ
Moonwalkin in the pussy, thats MJ
She in love with a renegade, thats Em, Jay
You aint fuckin with a rapping lord
Im cutthroat, like I swallowed half a sword
A rap thesaurus, a colossal raptor or
Tyrannosaurus roars when I rap record
Fuck your rap awards, youre wack for sure
And I mean it in the worst way
You wouldnt have dope word play, even if you had to snort
Half a quarter key off of a Scrabble board
You cant test me, nigga, you cant press me
Brain full of anger, I do what the pain lets me
Address me correct or you catchin a fade lefty
I go crazy, the flow wavy
I snap like me and DJ Khaled was ridin the same jet ski
Been in it a minute, my nigga the game blessed me
The gang repped me
I get cash money with some LA Kings, call me Lil Wayne Gretzky14Embed |
’99 Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics
Blastin off
Yo, Im sayin though
You understand whats going on right now, London?
One two, one two, one two
One two, one two, one two
Yall done started something that you cant undo
Yo, yo
Im up in the spot with Tim Westwood
You wanna step to this? You better use your best foot
Flawless freestyles I drop right off the top
Take a bottle of beer and bite off the top
Right of the block, straight to your neighborhood
The flavors good in London and Ima stay for good
Yo, check it out, its Slim Shady
I rip the radio right off of the S baby
Yall cant see me cause yall dont wanna even be it
Yall dont understand these freestyles when I MC it
Original bad boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place, blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace
I lace the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it
Eminem starts with E, better check to spell it
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped on my Adams apple
Somebody dropped me on my head and Im for sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch wont admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was 6 months
And said Im ready now bitch, aint you feelin these kicks, cunt?
The world aint ready for me yet, I can tell
Ill probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
Im sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And Im hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until youre sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with a brick til you plummet
If yall dont like me, you can suck my dick til you numb it
And all the gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it
Cause your style is like dyin in my sleep, I dont feel it
And any MC that try to step to this Ill throw you right off of the roof
Ayo, bust it, Proof!
Hey listen
One of a kind and I come with the time
Havin fun with the rhyme until Im done with your mind
Listen, now every MC got a story
Well, mine is me and my story hasnt involved me before me
Im sorry too when my style to be proved
Ayo since Big Daddy Kane fell off they dont know how to be smooth
Yo, I seen a fat rodent walk in with Paul Rosen
With a gat in holdin, talkin bout he DeShaun Holton
Its the same thing, we bust when it come through
With Tim Westwood, your best foot forward
Cant do that, here it is, put your good foot
We mack yall, like yall was some hoes on Wood wood
No time for that, flatbacks when you rap, counterattack
With a battle axe, you collapse from them whack raps
You try to spit to me, I make you all know Im a genius
If I hear hyenas
Come back holdin my―yo, no need to cuss, bust
Yo we cant say that keep it the cleanest, the meanest
Slim Shady, next single was My Fault
Yall caught outlined in chalk, incredible as the Hulk
While I settle for swart, its the P-R-letter O
Sex is hetero, cash more checks than federal, you better know
How you feel about they got a dope cheddar flow
And my man Dee Teezy, straight from Stress magazine
Bag a scene, we drag your queen
Like shes a man dressed up, how you feel you get pressed up
Left up, its time for that P-R-O-O, you get Fd up
Yeah its time for that mind combat
Next up my man Slim Shade when we rhyme at
Last night I ODd on rush, mushrooms and dust
And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed
Shucks, Im an alcoholic and thats all I can say
Ive called in to work cause all I do is frolic and play
I swallow grenades and take about a bottle a day
Of Tylenol 3 and talk about how violent Ill be
Give me 11 Excedrin and my headll spin
Medicinell get me revvin like a 747 jet engine
Scratched my balls til I shred the skin
Doctor check this rash, look how red its been
Its probably AIDS, forget it then
Ill strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
That dont even make sense like dykes usin dildos
So reach in your bill folds for 10 duckets
And pick up the Slim Shady stuff thats on Rawkus
Somethin somethin somethin somethin, I cant read it
My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldnt read it
Ayo, the truth hurt when Proof hurt
Move the whole Earth beneath your feet just like loose dirt
So F your politics if you swallow, feel the hollow tips rip
Through your collar disc, learn your knowledges
Then burn your colleges, I touch your grill
With the skill of a dermatologist, your turn to follow this
Acknowledge this head cracker, ho smacker
Whack rapper attacker, internet hacker
No slacker, best factor, Midwest bracket
Yeah, you know about it, its us on your jacket
DJ Headscratcher like a hatchet, who can match it?
Make you go-go like Gadget, perform magic
Without a wand, I drop bombs without Saddam
A vet without Nam, I make sense without common ground
Im still down yall with my first crew
You got a fly style, I down that just like curfew
Yo, Im worth two ears and a mind full of attention
Plus Im CEO of the whack MC prevention
Listen to a real gift over ill riffs
Cause you on the mic, me and Slim aint tryna hear like Will Smith
Your careers not over with, come here to cope a spit
We heat the sub yall before the supernova hit
I know the truth, so now I’m baring all
I made R. Kelly confess he stole his first style from Aaron Hall
A whack MC with a gun, Im not one
And when see Kurt Cobain tell him bring back my shotgun
I got one style for all yall bazooka
Ayo, if I was 2Pac, Id come back from Cuba
Rhyme with me when I push on her tooters
Tryna get wild and then we bust like Lugers
Me and my man Slim Shady, we pen great-y
Take our 80 MCs, you know West what, what
What, what, what
What
Aight, aight
Yo, yo yo
One more time I come back
Slingin the wack, yo
Im the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrollin corners
Lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth for 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 the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a messed up childhood, that I use as an excuse
And aint nothin changed, I kept the same mind state
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
Youll 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
Pfft, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowin mine out
Forget it, you only live once you might as well die now
Yeah, best the way it is
Roll your tape recorders, we came to the London borders
Walk in a caster store, put on a master score
Blast your four, then I trash your store
Your woman start to scream so I stab your whore
Jet out your door faster than a Labrador
Yeah, yeah
Smokin herb and still we spit
On this microphone, they say Im allowed to say, shit
So Ima say it as much as I can
Cause it dont matter cause Im the man
With a frickin beer in my hand
I said, frick cause I was respectin Tim Westwood
Yall wanna step to this, yo I come from the best hood
Detroit, the Motown, where it goes down
Kick the flow sound, rappers they know now
But kick a pro now
Ayo
Back and forth, me and Em dont need to practice
Yall lack this, we stick you like a cactus
You scream like a actress, the fact is
Yall cant see us in 99, 2000
3000, 4000 arousin styles
And 3 plus, yall wanna be us
But none of yall can see us
Even if yall had some new bifocals, I try locals
So yall die roiled locals cause I smoked you
Plus I provoke you and then I bust
Freestyles yall cant trust, Im like Canibus
I bust, can I bust? No, you cant
Well, yes I can cause Im Slim Shady and Im the man
Ayo
We flex styles like a bicep
I found out where Canibus money went
I borrowed a dollar from Wyclef
Rhyme deaf MCs need to try this
You cant get with this, make you on the minus
Plus that, we bust back, yo F that
Rap that, step up and get flat
And its time for yall to hear whats this years around
Detroit been quiet long enough
Ayo Slim, I need you to back me up
My freestyles aint connectin
They let em start respectin
We disrespectin
Well, Ima check then with dirty needles
Its two of us but were not the Beatles
Cause there was three of them, and I am seein them
But yall aint seein Em even if I was drivin in the BM in the PM
With the top up and the top down, dont matter cause I rock now
Yo, yall can hear the Glock sound, 2Pac now
Yo, thats what I am when I bust, this lyrical image
Yall cant just betray the scrimmage
That I be killin when I be bustin and Im crushin
Any MC leave em with no freakin discussion
Run up in your house then I shot your wife
Ayo Em, hold these Tylenol 3s while I rock the mic
Weed lacer, ninety-seven burgundy blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury Tracer
Im on some loc shit, some fed up with this bein broke shit
Im not to joke with, yo, I dont sell crack, I smoke it
Aight?
Blastin off, aight?
We blastin off right now, London!
Tim Westwood baby, you dont understand right now!
We bombin the whole land on some Vietnam shit, yo!
Where we spawn yo! Yeah
Blast off
You understand whats going on right now, London?
You dont understand, you dont understand
Yo, we tryin to get your attention now London
You cant handle the truth
You can hate me now
You dont faze me now
Im so drunk Im throwin up now
You cant hate me now
You cant deflect me now
Yo, Slim, rock that funky shit!
Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space
Ima sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
Im more than ill, scarier than a white person
Trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
Cause Ima still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not
As long as Im on pills, and I got plenty of pot
Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back-strikin a Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for
Everybodys pissin me off; even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No duh Im a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?
You can hate me now
Yeah, hate us
Ha, ha, ha!
Need to run for cover
Eminem is white, but he still my brother
Slim Shady, known to go and smoke crack
But you and Charli Baltimore got something in common, you both whack
How you feel about that? No need to jock em
You so whack you make Master P sound like Rakim
When its time to bust yall, when we trust yall, we dust yall
Who yall? Break your balls like cue balls
I know who you are, you RuPaul
Do stall, for those try to fall and try to brawl
All yall get bust up and banged up, framed up
How many MCs bring my name up?
The same slut said the same thing, its freestyle
No need to rehearse, my verse is universal
Curse a flow, crush you like Hershel Walker
Allie Sparker, three day sparker highland Parker chalker
You MCs cant get darker than the Midwest bracket
Its us, me and Emzee
Come right there, we feeling flimsy
Tipsed up, one time lifetime we ripped up
Its bad to the evil, met that, now its all to say
Death rap, fuck hoes, dont even say get blast away, passed away
Blasted ass, hey yo, they say were Aftermath
Slim Shady, you heard that, my words black
But bust you up cause you preferred that
To hear me now, preferred that, the surgical snipe
Preserved you with life, Ill make you allergic to life
You die for this, dont even battle us
See us at the―whats that?―Subterranean
We knock your brain in
Flows are hmm delly-lah like Arabian!
Ayo, ayo
We dont wanna hear that best white rapper
We be talkin bout best rapper
Forget all that, you know what Im sayin ?
No doubt, no doubt, never
Blastin off
Explosions left and right
This is legendary
Legendary!
This is John Lennon, this is John Lennon, legendary
History, baby
We on some John Lennon
Blowin, blowin
We blowin the spot right now, London
Where its war yo!
Blowin!
It doesnt even matter
Slim Shady, Big Proof
Cmon Tim Westwood
We blowin up the spot right now, London!
Londons done, its gone!
What did ya think baby? You made that happen
Thanks for having us, Tim
No doubt, no doubt, we blowin up the spot
We blastin off with Tim Westwood now
You understand whats going on, London? No doubt!
Big up New York, big up Paris, big up London
Big up Jersey, big up Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan
Big up Tim Westwood
Yo, we makin it happen, yo!
On your wheel, just still
Tim Westwood, where its born!
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Moment of Clarity Freestyle Lyrics
Fix, Nigga
Change mind sporadically, same time compatibly
Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy
Change my reality, thank God for grabbin me
Sort of like him, cause they cant stop the wrath of me
But, Hell have no fury, Neither I
I would walk up in the Devils Kitchen, eat a pie
Greedy eye, never full, getting fat
And bitch I got an itch, so dont let me catch you with the scra-scra-
Scratch yall niggas off the face of the Earth
Even Mase came back for the money outta church
So with that on my mission for that money, Imma work
My divine intervention might be in that womans purse
Tryna find a better system, but Im running out of perks
Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts
So daddy pop at em until they heart burst
For my baby girl candy I make her starburst
9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like
What if that bullet would have hit my heart first
Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin round with death
Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case
And then tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it
My nigga Real was on the ground like naw, I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like ahhh...
Im hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin
Fuck em, and I dont need no crease, Im a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street
I dont need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat
And I aint gotta squad up, I still keep my feet
They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street
But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak,
And you and I know whats goin on, you probably riding to a different song
Im probably riding on some different chrome, Im probably high in a different zone
But when Im off, we can get it on
I take no days off catch that shit for my friend
I clock out when I punch in, Im shootin
Reel you aint gotta block out, its goin in em
Them rats stop hatin on the snake, the boy venom
The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon win em
Im certified stamp, Im a champion
Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty
But you wont be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy
Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me
I dont duck I be right in the city, for them bucks
I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city
Yup, Im just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah
Im something like city, he something like Young Wizzy
My Nikes is spiffy, Im hardly a Gotti
Im slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter
Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me
Shit I gotta get me, man Im raw, slip me
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
Aint no more squad in me, unh1Embed |
Rock City Lyrics
Rock City
Royce five nine
Slim Shady
Come on
Cant stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shotsll bust you
Pine box, theyll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle
Niggas dont know me, Im Detroits king nigga, bow!
Rock Citys where the niggas pimp hoes and ball
Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls
As long as your citys got the
Bombs and your citys got the
Arms and your citys got the
Titties sagging looking like they got forearms
Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris to the don
Niggas get popped for selling weed, shaked with seeds
If you hate me you hate the D, nigga please
Im taking shit back to the riots in the sixties
Think Im lying? Visit me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock with me, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on the block with me
Rock City, come and rock with me
Rock-City-cmon-rock-on-city-cmon
Suburban and city niggas hustle together
Long as its money involved, niggasll tussle together
Long as the hustles a hustle, the green is green
White is white, nigga we buying if the price is right
So, drop the mics, everythings on cock
From the shots to the dice, we are not into hype
You cant say we cant work
Either we some plant workers or we some niggas that plant work
What? Detroit bitches is bout it
You can just ask any one of your niggas that visit about it
Any seven mile bitch know how to get rich
Shell fuck you til you sleep plus lie to your bitch
Plus shell suck and swallow up outta your dick
And shell keep a sugar daddy thatll buy her some shit, come on
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock with me, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on the block with me
Rock City, come and rock with me
The city with the bars, where the goons
Where the cars is produced, here we are with the
New casinos, car shuffles, numbers to bet
Disrespect and get a new smile under your neck
A city full of thug-ass niggas, and punk-rockers
A lot of niggas act like Pac, so cops watch em
Them shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal detectors
A city full of Tommy Hearns thumpers
Grant Hill hoopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners
Chaldeans with weed-connects like whoa
Type of weed, no need to test like dro
Type of cats who got dough, they like - so?
You real then you might go, where?
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock with me, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on the block with me
Rock City, come and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock City, come on and rock with me
Rock with me, come on the block with me
Rock City, come and rock with me
Rock with me
Detroit, Rock City, Slim Shady
Wont you come on the block with us?
Royce da 5’9”, wont you just come and rock with us?
Royce da 5’9”, its the next level, Rock City
Royce nickel nine, Slim Shady, Rock City
Wont you come and rock with us?
Rock City, wont you come on the block with us?
Rock with me, wont you come and rock with us?
Rock City, two-thousand, rock with me, touch it
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In This World Lyrics
In this world, in this world!
Yeah, aight Marshall, uh
Well, Im think you can tell em today
Who am I?
And now you need to bring em into this world!
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray
Shhh-shut up motherfucker don’t disrespect these country ways, yeah!
Alabama, if yeen know, I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low
Yeah, I’m the theme show stereotypical beanpole
Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow
From all the Mountain Dew that I consume from a mason jar
In a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally
Trash bag full of freon, I’m huffin’ puffin’ on potpourri
That gummo’s squeaky swingin’ gate in front of that trap house
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I’m hiding
About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment
Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill
That’s the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dilld
Siding on the single-wide got icicle steel, too cold
Got a kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?
Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know
Man I’ve only come to give you a peep show,
I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling
I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a child’s dream on an island
Desolate left behind, cause my state is a state of grime
God said, 1979, go change the minds
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!
Yelawolf, Hi my name is
President O Bama, I’m so shameless
I’m taking it all, so what am I saying?
I’m the voice of every small town
Like a light in the pipe, with a mic
And take flight in this life, Im a sight
Put a vice-grip lock on my right to fight
Despite the way you may feel about sights and sounds
That I might put down, about prices found on a sack of that white
Heaven is a place in a 7/11, I can never get away from hell
Found hell in the bible-belt, and found love in a 6-pack on the shelf
Went to the seashore to see more, but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the tee
Converted him y’all, I gave him convertible thoughts
When he saw that big buck hangin’ on the wall
I’m off by a millimeter, I’m on by a million light-years and 2 liters
A pint of moonshine, I ride in two-seaters
Take a ride
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!2Embed |
8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Supa Emcee Lyrics
...
Hey yo, What up, trailer trash!
Yo Future, howd you get whitey to battle the Savior
Thats like Darth Vader battling Obey Taylor
You cant mess around with the horror
I grab the mic and Ima murder you, now youll die tomorrow!
You cant kick with the lyrics I spit
I blow your head off and leave you dying in your blood, you bitch!
You still a trick and a hoe and Ima roll
I fucked your mama; shes a prostitute bro!
You thinking you white, but you aint light
Ima murder you in the gang again, and blast you in de night!
Im still ill, Im still for real with Ken Loraine;
I got a gun on your boy, Ima blow out his brain!
You run with a bunch of whack faggots
Ima eat out your meat like Im in your body; Im a maggot!
And yo matter of fact, you gettin played
You aint nothing but a white-boy dying of fucking aids!1Embed |
Macosa Lyrics
Talking
Im allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...
This the Outhouse...
Lemme smoke a joint first...
Here, Pace...
95% of all yall rappers is buzz
And yall ride dick so much yall gon make me nuts
Youll get your jaw clocked, Ill drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermatell do a date rape
Zee cant wait, Ill go Great Bank on a blank tape
Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice fore you catch me usin trick dice
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin pills, fuck takin some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
And fuck hoes raw dog til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, yall better bust
Im the one youll never dust, its still the same as it ever was
Ill leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
And scream, If yall aint Outz then yall could ride my balls!
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I fuck with them drugs cuz it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin this rap shit since 85
Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
Put em in the hospital and give em a poison IV
My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
We sip lots of liq shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
Kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
Shit I be dyin for is your piece of shit hobby?
You borin like foreign Dice, Im more than hype
Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites
Ton Slanga, Im dopin, pills and cokin
Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin
]
Now, when your partner die, who got the right
To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when yous bout to cry who got you high?
Ill blast the guy that dont pass the lye
Leave him paralized and
Fellas, grab the thighs thats by your side
[Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Huh?]
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all that
Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
Dont need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck out you, remember us
Im the man your father never was, or couldve been
Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I wouldve went
Got it down, yo
Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldnt Take The Crown Home
Try to call me out and get the dial tone
Pace Woner, dickin 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein chased
For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides
And spray-paint the blank sides of all the subway train rides
I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
And chews on human body tissue til its stomach gets full
Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin shits cool
Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kids stool
I had a dream I blew up with half a mil sold
And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someones billfold
Im from a city where the weathers always real cold
And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin steel-toed
We be hangin on the block til dawn
Stayin spaced out like Dr. Octagon
Feelin for the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and moi
Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
We fuck with them drugs cuz it gets us high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin this rap shit since 85
Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa
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Pooh Butt Day Lyrics
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oh yeah
The Pooh Butt Day
One of those sticky type of things to upon
Check it out
Get up this morning, Im feeling sleepy as all hell
Went to use the bathroom when I tripped and I fell
All the way downstairs and onto the couch
And I pissed my pants on the way down South
So I went back upstairs to change my underwear
Took a while to get em unstuck from my pubic hair
Finally got unzipped I went to put em down the street
But then I threw em in the garbage cause it all said Pew
Hopped in the shower put shampoo in my hair
Went to rinse it out but then the water wasnt there
That damn toilet it musta went foul
Got another bath to wipe the stuff up with the towel
Went to get my clothes but I couldnt wear the wash
So I sat and played Super Mario on my Nintendo
I was gonna see my girl but I forget that stuff
Man today I just feel like a pooh butt
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Now every single day I make habits to get up
But today I just feel like a pooh butt
So Ill stay in bed I dont know whats wrong with me
Im just taking everything nonchalantly
I just feel like I cant move one muscle
My girlfriend calls me up and tells me now we gotta hustle
My plane leaves to roll about quarter to 8
Its 7:15 looks like Im gonna be late
Aw, forget that baby said I just cant make it
I know youre disappointed but your gonna have to take it
Im sick in bed Im making
But before I hung up the phone she told me where I could put it
Comes next day I got a call from M&M he said
We gotta make a record, get ya butt outta bed
I said I aint doin nothing, I wish you nothing but luck, he said Whats up? I said I feel like a pooh butt
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Yo, you ever have one of those pooie, stinky
Ridiculous, rotten days, M&M?
Man I had one once, check this out
Woke up, 6:30 in the morning, yawning
Gotta get to the recording studio
I gotta get a take done
Put all my rhymes together so I can make one
Get outta bed, fall on my head
Slipped on the rug, I thought I was dead
Cussin, I think my head is busted but its really nothing
Only a concussion, shake it off, get off the ground
Look around, couldnt find my rhyme sheets
Whered I put em down?
They were just there last night on the chair
Had to look everywhere but couldnt find em anywhere
Go to the basement might of misplaced em
Gotta find em in hurry but my visions still blurry
Goin down the stairs, what could happen next?
But, when its this early you cant skip steps
Fallin head first, as I fall, I curse
Things are lookin bad, Imma only get worse
Achin, I shake and I hurt, I stand up slowly
Wiped all the dirt off, memory lapse
I cant remember nothing, think Ill collapse
If you forget the whole thing pause for a second
What was I looking for?
Oh yeah, my rhyme sheets; they might be on the floor
Or on the chair
Wait a minute where am I? Im in a basement
Damn, how does time fly?
Think for a second, recall my memory
If I was a rhyme sheet, where would I be?
Now I remember, I put em in the closet next to my jacket
So I woulda never lost em
Already 7:00? Ive only got an hour to eat breakfast
Get dressed, plus take a shower got undressed
Got the zest off the rack
Turn the water on and I almost had a heart attack
Cold as hell, started to yell, jumped out the shower
And said fuck it, Ill smell
Grabbed the towel off the rack, dried off got dressed
Still had to eat, plus my hair was a mess
I was in a rush, grabbed the brush
And ran, right into the door, on the floor I land
Always to fate now; I know Im cursed
I think it might help if I open the door first
Tried to turn the handle but I sprained my wrist
But thats what happens on a day like this
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I just feel like a pooh butt today
Wow, that sounds pretty pooie to me
Now, Im gonna break it down for all the people who dont know what a pooh butt day is
Now, a pooh butt day is something everybodys had
No particular depression, neither mad or sad
You couldnt see your butt because your butt is what it is
Cause when your feeling like a pooh butt
Then youre feeling like shit
They come up at a certain time, they dont have a season
But most of the time you feel like one for no particular reason
They get a careless attitude, the yucky sensations
Some people wont accept love in a pooie situation
Sittin on the toilet for an hour or so
Marks on the butt from the seat on the bowl
Grab a toilet paper and the seat and just wipe
When I realize I may have sat the in the seat too tight
So I struggle to from a stuck position
But removing myself was an impossible mission
Screaming to get out, I couldnt take it any more
When my mother arrived and knocked upon the door
We pulled and pulled and I was removed from the seat
I couldnt sit down for a whole damn week
Never again will I get caught in that rut
So I can stay fresh instead of feeling like a pooh butt
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Well the very next day,
Felt the pooh butt sick but am I defeated I survived
So I went downstairs and managed not to fall
Since I was feeling better I get Manix to call
Well, said Oh, says
Ey s-wzup whut up, you gotta go?
Im feeling pretty good, what about if I come over?
We can practice for a while, order the pizza, are you sober?
He said: I aint gonna go, nope, Im not going
You wanna know the reason why Im sound like ?
Because I got pneumonia, Im something to do, but uhm
If you could smell the way Im saying, youd be saying pew!
I thought for a second and I said, I dont get it
Manix said, just forget it homes
I aint going out in this weather
I dont feel like doin nothing but I leavin you too it
Dont be comin over feelin cause im feeling like pooh!
Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh
Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I, I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
I just feel like a pooh butt today
Sometimes things just never go my way
You know I just feel like a pooh butt today
Pooh butt! I feel like a pooh butt!
Sometimes I feel like a pooh butt!
When you just cant get up
When you feel like you want to stay in bed all day
Thats an example of a pooh but day
Ooooooh, pooh butt, oh!
My example of a pooh butt day
Is when you have a foot falls asleep, for the whole day
But youve got a track run at one oclock!
You know what pisses me off, is when we get all the parts down except James gets a lag on his throat and he fucks up, and you know what else pisses me off is, whatevers pissing me off in that particular moment, thats whats usually pissing me off
Im gonna end this song by saying, uh
Pooh buuutt!5Embed |
Bugz ’97 Lyrics
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 clique made they trip, I make them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she know the scoop, dont fuck with Bugz bitch
I chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas, is who you run wit
Making 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 ad-mit, 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 wit
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 bend shit
Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence
Im relentless, to deny is senseless
Your bitch pay my bill, thats where the hell your rent went
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What’s the Difference Lyrics
Whats the difference between me and you?
Whats the difference between me and you?
Back when Cube was rollin with Lorenzo in a Benzo
I was bangin with a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business
But sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
Thats fucked up, but Ill never forget the shit we been through
And Ima do whatever it takes to convince you
Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, Im still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you and thats just being real wit you
You see, the truth is everybody wanna know
How close me and Snoop is and who Im still cool with
Then I got these crab-ass niggas I first drew with
Claimin they non-violent, talkin like they Ruthless
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I aint even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta your mouth and we can keep it the same, nigga
It aint that Im too big to listen to the rumors
Its just that Im too damn big to pay attention to em
Thats the difference
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one , but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
The difference is: I dont care
Cant you tell it by my rigid stare?
Im legendary, get you open like a Frigidaire
More despair, your styles dead as Fred Astaire
You need medicare, security blanket and a fuckin teddy bear
Awh yeah, awh yeah
Is your expression when you eyewitness a session
Vocal pitch makin impressions like Jerry Butler
Stupid fucker, I will cut ya
Doin a suckas such a tragedy, Ill run you raggedy like Ann
Youll kick the pink can like a faggoty man
New styles, I usually keep clandestine
Like files of semen found in J. Edgar Hoovers intestines
No question
But keep that on the low low, Falana slow mo
When puffin marijuana couldnt get the time of day
Now Im fuckin niggas Mommas
Dramas still part of my dietary
Hit hard like Singletary
Kill your daughter, bust her cherry
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
Aight, hold up, hold up!
Stop the beat a minute, I got somethin to say, Dre
I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
I dont know if I ever told you this
But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin back , just know this shit
Slim, I dont know if you noticed it
But Ive had your back from day one, nigga, lets blow this bitch
I mean it dog, you ever need somebody offed: Whose throat is it?
Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, Ill show you where the ocean is
Well, thats cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughters momma
Ima sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around with her for seven hours through California
And have her wavin at people , then drop her off on the corner
At the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed-off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
In they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
Thats for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product
Thats for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up
You better show some respect whenever the Docs brought up
So whats the difference between us? We can start at the penis
Or we can scream, I just dont give a fuck and see who means it
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
Whats the difference between me and you?15Embed |
Pistol Poppin’ Lyrics{guns cocking then one gunshot}
Haha
Ca$his, Ca$his
Yeah!
King Mathers
CMON!
Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! {echoes}
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, whats that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggas round here wanna ask where Im from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggas heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you aint never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
I dont sleep, homie Im watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a Glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, Im out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I dont really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I aint listen to my teachers
Im the most hated nigga alive since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife theyll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my team - Shady
{blam} G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk nigga you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag youll be leaving
I aint worried bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is worth erything, its on B.B.G.N
I sond you folk, Im lookin at your pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery
- 2X
Lately I just feel like theres too many pussies in rap
Shady we gotta push em to the back
Move em along, push em aside, dont get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
Its got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around with their chest out
Just tryin to be down with anybody whos left now
Better be down with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say somethin about Eminem
Cause Im not in the mood to be playin around with dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the head
And lay on the ground this year and, one didnt make it
Proof, you are the truth
Please dont let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed havin
Fif, please tell em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, stay out it
But they just wont quit runnin their mouth
At least til theres a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesnt?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasnt
Dissin the South, that isnt what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I dont even wanna see anymore
- 2X3Embed |
Freestyle Lyrics
Things just aint the same for psychos
Guns and rifles, sharp knifes, I like those
I might just O.D. by the end of tonights show
With the right dose I might wipe out this light pole
But, the strangest things can happen from jabbin
Pregnant women in the abdomen so they cant have children
Bitches get slapped up and drastic ass kicks
Gay-bashin fags with tire irons and ratchets
I seen em come, Ive watched em go
Versace Whoa, hey! Liberace ho!
I might have bashed of somebody you probably know
Buncha faggots in your clique screamin Its not me! No!
Drag em out the closet and across the floor
Went you paid em a visit in the hospital
Stab em in the fuckin tonsils with a popsicle
Stick, and sit back and watch em choke
Cause every chair that I throw
People sue me for dough
They press charges on me
Till I can’t fight anymore
But every girl that I choke
I got lawyers I know
Who got judges they know
So I suggest you stay home
Ha ha
Son of a bitch what, what, what, what, what, what
Slim Shady, album May 23rd
Dr. Dre
Damn bitches, I just took some ecstasy
Im an extraterrestrial lesbian with a...
Ha ha
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We Shine Lyrics
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Detroits time to shine, word up
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah, uh
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Slim Shady, Da Ruckus
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this, yo
Im back in shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, Im blastin shit
You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, Ill wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldnt be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so heres a flashback
You couldnt be shit, if you came out my ass crack
Stop frontin kid, you know you aint paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Aint nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies
Youre played like my five-year-olds newborn toys
Dont know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I havent shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MCs breathe
Im sick of this, heres my final diss
Fuck you dim niggas, you aint shit like piss
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo, when you aint breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroits a madhouse
So I dont get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or Ima send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadaysll get you flocked with bats
Where Im from, you know what Im sayin?
Thats some old Detroit shit
Yall wouldnt know about that shit, though
Less you come to my city, you know what Im sayin?
See where we live
Cause we shine
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs
Cause without us their careers wouldnt last long
So like a generation weve been passed on
Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these A & Rs and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you
Dont ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobodys touching Hush
Try to say you put us down, but youre under us
Now who the fuck are you? Its just coincidental
When you rhyme youre even worse than the instrumental
Youre just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talking shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time youll think twice of who you fuckin with
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Lifes a bitch up in the D
We for the Slim Shady EP CD
Never sucking static2Embed |
Average Man Lyrics
Ayo Im focused, its the locust
O. Trice is holding the soldiers, the prognosis
Probably why I rose from zero to hope
Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach
Nigga, hold the toast you provoke
44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll
Yes I hold my own, so if you think you Deebos clone
Im aimin, watch Im switchin to Damon
And Next Friday I can bet yous a changed man
When them thangs in hand, its not a game man
I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah
Definition of a soldier, I told ya
I, hold the toast when I approach
Its close at all times by my side in the holster
O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure
Pop, its all over, when the 44 blows and goes a..
When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough
til they get plugged, watch them bullets go...
Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart rates like...
The ambulance arrive
They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like...
Homie you just died, your family through crying
I pulled off a crime, just as quick as...
You could lose your face, in a fools race
I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place
And second place just means you didnt react with haste
And this differentiates life where murder being the case
And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase
Another black mother cant eat the food on her plate
Cause she aint got the taste as if raising you was a waste
Such a short span young man said at your wake
First Im a man, second Im five eight
But size and weight wont give a nigga the upper hand
Cause when I pop, I give this up like Barry Sand
Sit in the can, he never ran like Barry Sand
Obie aint playin, Obie got a plan
And the plan is not to be layin in earths land
I will pop before decayin in earths land
You get shot for playin me less than a man, mothafucka
When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough
til they get plugged, watch them bullets go...
Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart rates like...
The ambulance arrive
They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like...
Homie you just died, your family through crying
I pulled off a crime, just as quick as...
Niggas get it twisted, liquor make em envision
That gangsterism is disrespecting a niggas wishes
Which is all that tough talk in front of bitches
Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert Ell give ya stitches
And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna
But I warn ya the Glock could make it hot as California
You be popped on the corner, flesh meeting in the coroner
Os in quarantine, cause no holes in me
An since no holes in me, niggas take advantage
til I manage to pull that hammer out, they start scattering
Im no gangster, Im a average man
But be damned if I let em do me savage man
Before that Im strapped and will challenge him
Cock back and that gat will damage them
Its not a act, this is fact, this is how Im programmed
This is me, what Im about, this who I am, motherfucker
When Im up in the club and these niggas, they wanna act tough
til they get plugged, watch them bullets go...
Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart rates like...
The ambulance arrive
They rush you to the spital, flyin by my ride, engine like...
Homie you just died, your family through crying
I pulled off a crime, just as quick as...9Embed |
Our House Lyrics
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt
But if it is then God, if youre listenin
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer
And if Im coming off brash please forgive me
But, thats all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC
The same time being as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, Im Bad video
Learned the whole routine and performed it for my fathers friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
Im trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, its been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jays house
Waynes house, Nas house
Ems house, Our House
So welcome to our house
Where no one comes back out
You wont find comfort
In here, in here, in here
When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It started off wack
But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
Not knowing how the booth would feel, whats ADATs and two inch reel
How you ad-lib? Whats a punch? I aint a boxer
But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster
Now everydays a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, dont fuck with it, Im telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
Im disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
Weak head, yall suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
Im finna to be the best in this profession
Ive been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
Our house
So welcome to our house
Where no one comes back out
You wont find comfort
In here, in here, in here
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt
But if it is then God, if youre listenin
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer
And if Im coming off brash please forgive me
But, thats all I want, I just wan be the illest MC
Same time bein as real as can be
I never wanted a chain that was encrusted
I wanted to be respected amongst my peers and to be trusted
Wanted not to be complacent, though, okay with my regression
I was banking hip-hop would do away with my depression
I wanted to be understood but they never got my deposition
I never wanted attention, but I lusted recognition
Wanted peace with my childs mom, wanted to be a better dad
Not as a person, wanted to give that nigga choices I never had
Which honestly kept me alive, cause in order for me to give
I needed not to be suicidal, though it was killing me just to live
Wanted to make mother cry and choke her up cause she proud
Wanted to marry my dreams, so I cheated on fear, broke up with my doubts
So I got no choice but to succeed and show music that Im capable
She the one Im grateful to and Id hate for her
To think that Im unfaithful too
If she did her soul would bleed
But they raised another breed in
So welcome to our house
Where no one comes back out
You wont find comfort
In here, in here, in here
Yo, in my house, the lights out
No utilities in the facilities
Feeling my lifes bout, to wipe out
These feelings Im feeling be killing me
I pull the mic out, cant strike out
Cause if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, its rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition cant digest
And then I stress cause the road is rough
I start feeling like shits sour
The electricity in my will power could still power the twin towers
For ten hours, so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa
In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers
The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down, if you can hear this sound in-
-side my head sounds like a fucking drive-by
Thats what the inside of my minds like
Looking back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad, felt like-I-could-go-mad
Nomad with a notepad
Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags
That bother me, but I never wanna show that
Just dont act like it ever does
Even though you know that there will never come
A day someone blows past you, never was
Someone whos as dope as you ever was
And you hope thats, true cause the competitor in you
Couldnt let somebody be better than you
And you know that, so you dont ever hold back
What you gonna go back into working a regular job?
Fuck that, Imma go hard, grab on my, gonads
Tell them fuck theyselves
They call me a wigger like Renee Zell
But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Guess Im similar to, gangrene when Im, angry then Im
Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion
If eyes are the windows to the soul
Then its, broken glass and theres no trespassing
Alright now here we go
Dre stamped me now Im stamping Yelawolf
Get ready for the most competitive
Clique in the world its like Clash Of The Titans
I released the cracker its time to set it again
And when its said and its all done
None shall ever fuck with this squadron
So come on in, at your own risk
This is Bitch!
So welcome to our house
Where no one comes back out
You wont find comfort
In here, in here, in here2Embed |
Final Thought LyricsPeople chanting Eminem
Eminem tears up a paper
Footsteps
Door open and slam shut
More footsteps
I almost forgot
Youre comin with me
Gun cocking
Last one baby, lets go
Last one baby, lets go
Last one baby, lets go
Eminem sighs3Embed |
8 Mile: Maurice Grant vs B-Rabbit Lyrics
The Shelter
Let me get up in this nigga like smashin
With a red beam Johny blastin
Evil is the rhyme assassin
Get a guy runnin, like haulin ass
Bury you pink rabbits for askin
Closed caption nigga dont say a word
When these flames get to burnin up
Burnin you down
Leavin you ground tore up
From the pressure
Wanna frown
Dont want the nigga known pullin triggers
Hoist this fool on my neck back-break this nigga
Yo
Check it out
Look, look
Yo, I gotta flow
Im from the Mo, you aint Detroit, hoe
Talkin about seven mile, change your style
I read your bio, youre really from Ohio
Im vile
This guys so fuckin fat I cant even see his eyes when he smiles
Yo, listen to this
Motherfuckin rhyme, yo chicken, we can do this
As a matter of fact have another beer
Ill be right back, dawg, Ima set the mic right here4Embed |
Zane Lowe BBC Radio Interview Part 1 LyricsZane Lowe: Welcome back to Radio One, Maida Vale studio 4 here we are. Part of the reason were here obviously because its the BBC but also because we have Studio 3 around the corner and youve got the band set up and going to perform some songs as well.
Eminem: Its super exciting to be here. I was trying to figure out how I was going to top the publicity of yours and Kanyes interview so I decided I was going to walk in here, pee on the floor, and leave. Im peeing right now. Alright see you guys later!
ZL: Seeing you with the band, and seeing you perform the other night at the awards show and seeing you on the mic, it was, I dont think Ive ever seen you more alive on the mic. It was full of energy and in the moment. What I noticed was as well was spitting live with the band behind you seemed to free you up a lot more. Are you feeling that way?
E: I think performing has gotten a lot different, its gotten better with the band because theres just more elements to it and being it is a live show, theres more places you can go with it. Theres things you can do with your hands, its really cool, its different. I think its better.
ZL: Spitting Rap God that just puts everything into perspective I think for everybody else. When you wrote that and you got that one down and recorded it...
E: I didnt write that, I freestyled it, off the dome, 1 take.
ZL: Absolutely ridiculous. I mean, the song is ridiculous it doesnt make any sense whatsoever.
E: Thank you
ZL: When you get to perform that live that must be, I saw at the end once you finished that, thats a challenge for anybody. At the end you must feel like Wow. Thats a lot of rhymes to get through, its like 5 or 6 minutes non-stop.
E: Um, Yeah the other night I dont think we did the whole song. We did kind of a Deadly Medley.
ZL: I dont even know how you would cut that up and make a shorter version of that because its such a stream of consciousness through the whole track.
E: Yeah I dont know. I wouldnt even want to begin to think of that, because I think it is a... stream of consciousness. Nice stream of consciousness, running down my leg.
ZL: The album itself has been so well received by everyone including fans across the world. Because in my opinion listening to it now its kinda the perfect combination of the venom and the danger that existed on the 1st record but also what youve been through and what youve learnt over the past 5 or 6 years. Its kind of like the combination of the two. Is that fair do you think? The first album that feels like its slightly grown up, but also going back to some of those subject matters and dealing with that stuff.
E: Its grown up and down. I mean some of the themes and topics and things like that are revisited on this album, but at the same time I feel like its kind of a 2013 version. All my albums I think, for the most part, pretty much tell where Im at, you know at each one at that time period, whatever. So this is kinda like, theres a lot of reflecting and things like that back on everything that was happening during that time, you know. And its kinda like me reflecting on it and getting to the point where I am now with it.
ZL: Settling some scores as well, and burying the hatchets and dealing with stuff once and for all. Do you feel like this album has allowed you to do that?
E: I mean some stuff, yeah. But for the most part I just felt like it might be fun to just revisit that, the overall vibe of that album. Just because it started to go there in the recording process.
ZL: So when did that begin like you were going down that road?
E: I had started making a few records for it, and it just sounded like the tonality of it, the tones of the records kinda were heading towards that way. And I figured out what direction it should go in, kinda started gearing everything that way. And alotta times, making an album, I dont always have the direction or concept early on. Sometimes it doesnt come until the middle/towards the end of a record to figure out where Im actually going with that... thats just a culmination of songs, and depending on what the vibe is. Sometimes I do a songs that is so left field one or two of them its like Oh Shit where am I going to put these songs and now what am I going to call it because its not going to make sense to go, lets say Recovery or whatever. But with this one I feel like I kinda got an earlier idea for a concept.
ZL: That must be nice actually to be able to sit down and carve it out as it was going and have that end result in mind, to piece it together that way.
E: It was, but it wasnt, in the sense of-- I had to record a lot of songs for it because I felt like if Im going to call it that, I want it to make sense.
ZL: And the stakes are high as well. I was talking to someone about this before and they were saying, Eminem would never consider one of his albums to be a classic hes not that way inclined. But you know how people feel about the Marshall Mathers LP, it speaks volumes. And then the critics, every layer of it, it is considered a modern day classic album. Did you consider the expectation of calling it that and what it would mean to the record overall?
E: Yeah, I had kinda known that going in. Once I kinda knew what direction I was going, I knew that I needed certain songs to be able to call it that, and like I said to be able to make sense. But, I just wanted to make sure that I had the right ones, and in other words, I knew that, obviously Stan off the first Mathers LP was a big topic. And I had heard a lot of chatter around the time doing the Recovery record that I should do Stan 2 and why doesnt he do Stan 2, and all I kept thinking was Stans dead. You know what Im saying, he died in the story. So in the back of my mind I kinda had an idea of who could be left from the story, but I needed to get the right beat and be able to...
ZL: As soon as it starts as well. Did you know immediately this would be the beat for this concept?
E: Yeah, as soon as I heard the words to the chorus... I got this beat, this beat was sent to me and had those words on it. And sometimes for me its like- I like making my own choruses and its also fun for me to take someone elses words and interpret them my own way.
ZL: For sure, when you hear that chorus Im sure initially... its a 1st person scenario or self hatred scenario, but its tied into- theres layers to that. Being bad is good I hate to be it but here I am and Im back again. And then you got to deal with the story, and at the end its taking everyone to the end when you couldnt be facing down any more of the criticism both self and by others that you faced throughout your career. I mean its the ultimate type of acknowledgement isnt it?
Meeting your maker almost really, is that the inspiration behind it?
E: Its kinda like saying, if youre going to go down this road, then youre going to call it this, and this is going to be the title, and this is all of these things coming back on me.
ZL: Its an amazing opening to the record and its really ambitious as well. So you set the bar really really high and from here we go to Rhyme or Reason, and I love that beat and love the big samples and first time you reference Rick Rubin as a producer on the record. When did you first have the idea of working with Rick?
E: Ive always been a fan of Ricks, and my manager Paul had been talking to him and Rick had expressed that he had interest in working with me. And when Paul brought it to my attention I was like super excited, honored at the fact that he was even thinking about it. I had my reservations just because I felt like Im a super fan of Rick, and Id probably be a little nervous and wouldnt know what the vibe would be because I would be wanting to impress him. It was very much the feeling that I got early on with Dre.
ZL: Had you met Rick before?
E: Nah, Id never met him. So I was like nervous to meet him and you know, even more nervous to work with him.
ZL: Same thing with Dre, all the way back, same kind of experience when you walked in the studio and saw Dre that time..
E: Yeah Im still always trying to impress Dre too to this day at the same time. But I just kept thinking if I got in the studio with Rick, what if were not able to come up with anything. I had all these things in my head, and then when I met him, the guys so laid back, it made it easy. And his vibe in the studio is very much like... Try whatever, dont be afraid to try whatever, even if the idea in the beginning is stupid. Because a lot of ideas in the beginning stages, not mine of course, mine are just insane from the moment I think of them- but sometimes ideas are not always the greatest.
ZL: Dont be afraid to fail to get somewhere else, to get on the journey.
E: So if you say one thing thats going to spark another thing to lead to a better thought, thats kinda how it went. We started going through old break beats and I was trying to tell him I kinda had the idea, I kinda had a notion that I was going to call it the Marshall Mathers LP 2, but I didnt want to say anything yet to him because I wasnt 100 percent sure- and I wanted to make sure that I had enough songs to even play for him that would make sense. I love the sound that Rick gets when he does hip hop. Even from early on, Beastie Boys- its incredible. And thats what I was kinda hoping to get.
How can I make the record sound nostalgic, but subliminally nostalgic. So it reminded you of maybe 13 years ago when you first heard me but its overs beats that are even older, but youre not sure why you feel this way. Tried to create a feel, so we started messing with old samples and break beats and things like that- cuz Rick is super talented and mastered of every other genre of music as well. The way he dips in and out of just different genres is crazy to me. Like I said, I was hoping to get what I got from him.
ZL: The first time I saw Berzerk as well, I was so happy to see the way that you came through, and the video the way the colors were so reverse Beastie Boy style- it was fan boy stuff for me. To be able to go out in a beanie like the Ad-Rock thing and it was cool, I love that.5Embed |
Shade 45 Freestyle Lyrics
Comin to you live at Shade 45 Invasion
The only radio station that plays in rotation
The Shady the slash with the Aftermath with the little Jay on the...
Comin to you live at Shade 45 Invasion
The only radio station that plays in rotation
The Shady the slash with the Aftermath with the little Jay on occasion
Maybe you may hear some Jada mixed with a plate of some D Block
Splash of 2Pac
One being that we dont cater cause we gonna play the fuck
Outta whatever we want this is Shady
And we gonna pump, pump the fuck out our own shit
From 50, Obie, Twizzy, Stat Quo
And we wont quit fuckin you up
And we can keep sayin fuckin you up
Even till the FCC sayin shut this dude up
Duck tape a his mouth a do somethin
Quick fucka do fuck poppa do pop
Skippy dippy pop shit bitch asshole you son of a bitch! Chinga tu madre!
I start drama all day hemm delala
Comin across your scanners its the brand new station
Shade 45, motherfuckin Slim Shady bitch and Green Lantern
Shady in the place to be, see
And it takes what I got to rock the mic right
And that was a freestyle too bitch so suck my dick if you do not likeEmbed |
Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics{Freestyle over Jay-Zs So Ghetto}
Yeah. Now Im getting distorted. When I was...I shouldve been aborted. But it was too late...uh oh. Yo, just turn up the beat a little bit. I dont care if the mic is distorted. Fuck it
Thats it, thats it, gotta hit than pass it
Im blasted off a tab of acid
Flabbergasted
Hopped in a cab and blasted the cab driver
I said...haha
Hold on a minute
Give me infinite beats that I can kick for a minute
Yall dont understand
The way that I got this mic in my hand
Killing any MC who stands or sits or walks
Or is handicapped
It doesnt matter, Mr. Handicap, hand me that
Haha
I clap hands with the rap fans
Jump in their wheelchairs and give em a lap dance
Im the illest MC who will kill this
And what?
And Die Hard like who?
Thank you very much thats a fucking cliche
But I will rock the microphone and dont care about what he say
Or they say or I say or we say or them say
Eminem say shit that only Slim say
Or Slim says
Fuck a les
-bian in her ass
Korean or a...
Haha
Ayo, let me try something. Uh uh uh uh uh uh. Im not free in here, check it out
I rap if there was no rap within a soul clap
Expose wack rappers and smack em with my bozack
Flatten em like inner tubes
Punch my fist through the torso of thinner dudes
And when Im in the mood make a serious winner lose
Get high of gin and booze
Hahahaha
In an inner tube
While Im in the nude
With a centerfold
In the winter cold
Ayo we give it though
Give me an envelope
I get open with Tim Westwood show
And Cypher Sounds I strike you down
Dont like the way you sound, you wack now
You got my style packed down or should I say down pack
Any MCs will tell you right now that you sound wack
Call us up and then we make noise then see shells
We shall prevail you faker than Lee Nails
And we tell D-12 to all those that dont know
Flow for flow we rocking your radio
How you feel right now?
Cmon Shady flow
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, turn the beat up a little bit
I know, its like the beat is like mad low
Hello, hello, hello, check, check, check
Hello
Check, check, check
{beat switches to LL Cool Js Ill Bomb}
What, what?
Awwww shit
Yo, turn it up a little bit
Yeah, just turn it up, up, up, up
Cmon Tim turn it up
Yeah, just turn it up Tim
Let it be distorted. Yo, yo, yo
Trapped in a cinema, in a material world
Criminal, cops scour the rural area thorough
Cause I kissed a girl, married a girl
Carried a girl to the cemetery, buried a girl
And Im desperate, no one to mess with
Always get arrested for something domestic
And I kill the way you met me
Youll never catch me, cops cant sketch me
You cant upset me, no matter how bad
How mad you get me
Problem with yall, Im letting the Tec speak
Went from sweet to hard
Beat the odds
From no shows to hoes, quit the pizza job
No more fools to rob, no more geeks to rob
No more stolen cars, no more Visa cards
Slim Shady
3Embed |
ESPN Halftime Booth Interview LyricsBrent Musberger: We welcome you back to Ann Arbor, Michigan and what a pleasure for Herbie and me to introduce Marshall Mathers. Some of you may know him as Eminem, but hes gonna join the Saturday night crew with our music intro starting next Saturday Night.
But folks, I wanna take you to the World Premiere of one of his new videos, called Berzerk. Take a listen, its headed to the top of the charts.
BM: Was that Rick Rubin who was helping produce that, with you Marshall, when you did that?
Eminem: Yeah, sorry. Live TV. Live TV freaks me out a little bit.
Kirk Herbstreit : No!?
Eminem: Umm...yes. Im sorry, what was the question?
BM: That was Mr. Rubin, one of the all-time greats...producer, huh?
Eminem: Yes, yes.
BM: How long does that take you to shoot a video like that? How many takes? How many hours?
Eminem: Umm...sometimes its uh...its usually a two day process, sometimes it could go to three. Theres a lot of takes, theres a lot of sticking around waiting...But...its cool if the video comes out, then i guess its worth it. You know.
KH: You wanna take it to break?
BM: Yeah...well take....you know...you gotta be in shape too, but stay right here with us, were gonna kick off the 2nd half and I wanna talk about how youre gonna intro Saturday Night Football when we come back.
BM: 8 EST on ABC, Marshall Mathers will open Saturday Night Football. Mathers, its a pleasure to have you on the show.
Eminem: Absolutely, pleasure to be here. Its an honor to be able to do that. So..
KH: So you have the single out...albums coming out in November. What are you most excited about with this no album?
Eminem: Nothing.
KH: No?
Eminem: No...uhh...itll be out Nov 5th. Ill probably be most excited to just be done with it. Its called the Marshall Mathers LP2. And..its kind of a re-visit to the first Marshall Mathers LP...and umm...thats pretty much all i can say about it.
BM: One final question before you leave. Some of my friends in Montana wanted me to ask you. Will the Lions cover 4.5 tomorrow against Minnesota?
Eminem: Will the Lions cover 4.5?
BM: Yeah.
Eminem: Ummm...Im not sure man...I dont ever make a prediction on the Lions cause I dont ever wanna jinx it, but Im such a die hard Lions fan, like...to the core. So...yes, theyll win.
KH: Thats all youll say, leave it at that.
Eminem: Yeah...Im hoping I didnt just jinx it.
BM: Heres the kickoff Marshall...just stick right here with us now. Its gonna be Wolverines ball. Theyve got the lead...out to the 25 yard line.
Marshall, again, it was a pleasure having you with us here tonight.
Eminem: And Brent, just how they got fantasy football or whatever. I got you on my fantasy announcer team. It would be you, of course the late great Pat Summerall and John Madden and Al Michaels. If you guys would get together and just call the game....Kirk, youre great too, much respect.
KH: Not quite to that status yet, I get it!
Eminem: Right. But, you being a legend and you know, if you got with Al Michaels man and John Madden and just called ONE Lions game. The Super Bowl probably would be great this year.
KH: Wed all appreciate that wouldnt we?
Eminem: Man, that would be like a dream come true for me. You are a legend my friend. Thank you.
BM: YOUre the legend my friend! 13 Grammys, 1st rap song to win an Academy Award, an original score...Youve sold 100 million records world wide. YOU my friend are the legend.
KH: No doubt about that!
Eminem: Im really uncomfortable right now.
BM: Marshall, take care my friend. We look forward to seeing that video next week.
Eminem: Absolutely, Thank you, thank you...12Embed |
Pimplikeness Lyrics
Ayo, she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat
Ass and titties bouncin, she aint movin her feet
Put 20 in her bra, stiff dick had many in her jaw
Probably hit plenty in the raw
I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin room flo
And yo bitch, I aint givin up no dough, fosho
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Dont call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass like Im ridin horseback
Fuck a sponge, I need a tool to clean my ball sack
I pop my collar, dont pop your bra strap
If you hang up the phone then bitch dont call back
18s on ice, you aint seen that befo
Actin like you aint seen my bling through the do
I move to a ho, just for one reason
Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason
Im somethin like a pimp
A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho
Im somethin like a pimp
Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch
Im somethin like a pimp
You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl
Im somethin like a pimp
Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P
Said, Im somethin like a pimp
I never treat em like they wanna be treated, bitch, beat it
Your purposell be defeated if you think that youre needed
Now what do you tell a chick who has two black eyes?
You aint gotta tell her nothin, you just told her twice
And I dont wanna put my hands on ya, I got a plan for ya
Get with my mans, he gon lay a couple grand on ya
So fresh and so clean, she know the routine
Its such a - wonderful thing, money flow like ravines
They say Kuniva, get a clothin line but Imma chill
Cause when cotton aint sellin pussy always will
And these women they be knowin the deal
Thats why these niggas be blowin a mil just to keep a ho in they grill
And I aint never been a pimp, Im somethin like one though
I fuck em and leave em, you always love or like that ho
Cashin em out, they never get ahold of my chains
They only get that swollen up thang, Im showin em game
Hah, you was a sucka when you met her, she dogged you cause you let her
See I tell a bitch quick, if you knew better youd do better
They realizin I aint havin that shit
Dont be surprised, Im hypnotizin every tramp that she with
I send em out like Vanity 6 and I mean that
Im doggin they ass, Im in joggin pants and a V-neck
I put my foot up in her ass so fast
That shell forget how to spell cash, she hoin with a cast on
And Im knowin just what happened that day
He didnt pay cause you let him take you to a matinee
You get slapped that way, you cant dodge the drama
Im pimpin aunts and mamas, I collect from massage parlors
Menage-a-trois is really second nature
I have 88 bitches straight takin it to the face {AHH!}
And uh, I can give a fuck about a relation
Either open your legs, or get the play, stupid bitch
Im somethin like a pimp
A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho
Im somethin like a pimp
Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch
Im somethin like a pimp
You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl
Im somethin like a pimp
Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P
Said, Im somethin like a pimp
Well Im not a pimp or a player, see Im more like the mayor
Grab a bitch up by her hair like I just dont care
And swing her in the air Im talkin major ass kick
Toss a bitch out the house like Kwame Kirkpatrick
Im a PIMP, so I give a fuck about a BITCH
But I dont make em trick, Im RICH
I dont need the chips, they dont walk the strip
But I could spit some game and I could talk some shit
Im somethin like a pimp, similar to a mack
I aint makin the news, I make my baby mama pick up the slack
Drop Cadillac, truck {phone rings} fuck, I gotta go
Thats my bottom ho pagin me back - Im a pimp
Its 7 oclock, bitch, you aint got my money?
Imma beat yo ass {girl giggles} you think its funny?
Bitch get on the block in some dirty tube socks
And get shot by a cop in some Reeboks
Bitch Im the man, you know Im the man
Keep suckin dick, til you get a hundred grand
Bitch, you insane if you think Im your mane
Heres 2 Gs, go fuck LeBron James
A diamond-eyed trick, but you aint seein no chips, young ho
Im somethin like a pimp
Cant go on trips, so you could suck my dick—yes, bitch
Im somethin like a pimp
You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh, girl
Im somethin like a pimp
Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp—big P
Said, Im somethin like a pimp
Hah, been gettin this money off these bitches
Heard me? Thats what I do, you know me
Check me out anywhere, anybody tell you about Proof
Got that, a.k.a. The Young Legend
The Human Fly, yknowmsayin?
Aiyyo, I got bitches in Michigan on Michigan
Yo bitch is on Woodward nigga, next to them faggot ass niggas
I got bad bitches cause you gon, you think its a cop
Yeah, that aint cop thats my bitches
I got the top notch bitches, yknowmsayin?
Im more than a pimp, Im somethin like a pimp
Cause Im a Thundercat at the same time, Wonder Rat{?} baby
Big pimpin, you heard me? P.I.M.P
Proof Is My Poppa, lets keep it goin
Proof Is My Poppa, P.I.M.P
Yknowmsayin lets go, cmon yall lets go
Ooh, hey... ooh, hey... ooh, hey...
Ooh, hey... ooh, hey...2Embed |
Rockstar Lyrics
One, two
One, two, three
Im a Rock Star
Baby baby baby, Im a rock star
Jumping jumping jumping my rock car
Cause Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby Im a rock star
Where is Marshall ? Who the hell cares ?
Bizarres on stage, shaking his derrier
Im a rock star, touch my belly
Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty
Im the man, The lead singer of the band
On stage, for thousands of fans
Or you could be a dancer for Hammer
If you look you could see me in the camera
Acting like Luther Vandross
Anything to get them clothes off
The fans want Bizarre, they dont want Em
Im backstage, makin out with Kim
Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Cause Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Rock and Roll
The girls are gazing its so amazing
Black, white, thirteen to eighteen
Im on T.R.L. with David Chappelle
Talking about the little two days I did in jail stop
Give me a sandwhich, feed me lunch
You want some water? Girl wheres my punch?
If I dont get punch, you gon get punched
Baby baby forget lunch
The guy with the shower cap running the streets
Big old stomach, they all know me
Last video, I was in the back
Now I started a group with Horney Mac
Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Cause Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Rock and Roll
Me and 50 working out
Show you what the rock stars all about
Its been a while, Im coming out
Doing laps around Jimmy Iovines house
I dont drive, I got a chauffer to pick me up
Big old truck thats all beat up
Blue Cadillac, Diamond in the Back
Tell him to call me back
Im too busy to take his call!
Im at the mall, collecting girls drawers
This Rock Star stuff is the life for me
June 28, buy my CD
Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Cause Im a Rock Star
Baby, baby, baby, Im a rock star
Jump in, jump in, jump in my rock car
Rock and Roll8Embed |
Magic Lyrics
Watch me make what I lost
I aint gotta choice it is what it be
Watch me make magic
I pull that pigeon out the hat
Pull that 50 out the bag
Gunning, niggas out here dumbing
It aint where you from, its where ya at
Got an axe in the bag, couple of fags
Stuffed in the backseat muzzled and gagged
Wrapped in bubble wrap 2 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
Shooting at the fucking Buffalo pastures
In the helicopter man I cant fuck her no faster
Shes screaming 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?
Everyday man I just seem to get a little bit doper
But shit back down, man Id rather lick on the scrotum
And eat the fuckin octo mom 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 the boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers
Your motherfucking mothers aromas
Like no other I keep thinking of her smothered in somas...
Watch me make what I lost
I aint gotta choice it is what it be
Watch me make magic
I pull that pigeon out the hat
Pull that 50 out the bag
Gunning, niggas out here dumbing
It aint where you from, its where ya at
Imma take em to the top
They aint fucking with the top deal
Top player im the new Dre, Snoop, Pac
Big chain ice hot
His slang white block
Bread pumping like speakers
Flow Ether like Nasir
You can bulletproof ya truck and get shot still
Shots peel, 40 turn your brains into oxtail
Pop pills, shawty pussy right but her top real
She took the condom off and jerked me off like the loxs deal
All I bump is Jada and Max
Bent with the cramium cracked
Smoother like that henny and black
I be the mac with the 2 slugs, ski mask
Two gloves ask about them boys tall like manute was
Watch me make what I lost
I aint gotta choice it is what it be
Watch me make magic
I pull that pigeon out the hat
Pull that 50 out the bag
Gunning, niggas out here dumbing
It aint where you from, its where ya at3Embed |
TV total Freestyle Lyrics
Here I go, lyrical
I have no Idea what Im doin but Im spiritual
On the microphone I tear you up in stereo
Im like the grand wizard, yes, Im the imperial
I have no fuckin clue what the fuck Im doin
But Freifick, Muschi, your whole life is ruined
If you try to step to me your lifes in jeopardy
Cause I will seek you out wit
Now its my part!
Zucker im Kaffee
Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee
Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor
Das ist wunderbar, Señor
And now its your part again, its your part again, its your part again!
Yes, here we go – break it down
I got the crown, Im bout to take it now
Yo, I got my man and hes on the guitar
And when it comes to lyrics I go so far
Like a car that Im drivin, survivin of Vivarin
Im alive, Im like eye of the tiger
And I kick it so, so, fuckin hard
Now Freifick, Muschi, dont diss me – regard it, come on!
And now its my part again, here we go!
Zucker im Kaffee
Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee
Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor
Das ist wunderbar, Señor
Nochmal!
Zucker, Zucker, Zucker, Zucker ...
Zucker im Kaffee
Und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee, aha!
Und dazu den ganzen Tag lang nur Amor
Das ist wunderbar, Señor
Give me some noise! Make some noise!3Embed |
Rush Ya Clique Lyrics
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
D.U., what up?
Show me love, baby, show me love
Come on! Outsidaz
Eminem, Az-Izz! Outsidaz!
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what!
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what!
Outz in the area tearing things up
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what!
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what!
Outz in the area tearing things up
Yo, Im finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outz in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch cant hold her pants up
Once for my cock
Twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you cant duck, throw up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jacksons coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack booty
And if you ever wanna get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills or steal my reel-to-reels
Most of yall emcees aint tight as yall should be when
Im tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as Hells flames is
And Im Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
Im so weeded
Im so weeded, I can freestyle for sixteen bars
Right off the top, then go back to the top and then repeat it
Write it down on the paper and still be able to read it
I cant read, but I still write to my pen pals
I cant fly, but I still float on cement clouds
I cant see cause my eyes already been gouged
Out; I been down with the Outz for ten thou-
Sand years
To the weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
What? You want me to stop? Here?
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Yeah, your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dickhead
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yeah, we all OD off Valiums
What be the outcome? We selling twenty million albums
And your record, aint nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five back
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
Its the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
Eff with we, what you expect to see?
Deaths your destiny
When its my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
Im on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back
Like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Cmon yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Outworld baby2Embed |
Murder One Lyrics
Ayo Fif, I was thinking
You should go back to doing the shit you used to do
Murder them, murder them, if I let them demonstrate I murder them
Niggas be fronting, word up its stunting til they heard up
Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard
I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up
I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard
Silence, its the return of the tyrants
Seein through my third eye with both closed eyelids
Stand close to the homie you wanna die with
Flames come out the muzzle on the shit that I spit
Im talking like the feds aint listening
Nigga this a pool of piranhas you fishing in
I get it nigga if you want it
Better ask niggas out me I be on it
I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning
Hit your back with something hot, out the cannon
Its murder one, its premeditated murder
Then its another one, back to back put the work in
Its murder one, its premeditated murder
Then its another one, back to backroom workin
You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me
Im fucked up, it really doesnt matter though
100 9 millimeter shells in the Calico
Wait, niggas drop like domino
Run for your life puta, si, vamonos
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know
I cut a O in the fo with seven at a time
Made 4 hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine, like a nickel 9
I been talking to the man in the mirror
Nigga so ass, they be shaking like Shakira
It seems like my visions getting clearer
See me coming with the hammer out, death is getting near you
Its funny how niggas never hear you
Till you run down on them, gun down on them
Its murder one, its premeditated murder
Then its another one, back to back put the work in
Its murder one, its premeditated murder
Then its another one, back to backroom workin
Yeah, starting to feel like the old me2Embed |
How Come Lyrics
So I changed huh
You got a phone
Pick up and call me
How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years weve been down
Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true
We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
We were so young so full of life and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succame to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us
And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
Much as your pride tries to hide it your cold your touch is just like ice
And your eyes is a look of resentment I can sense it and I dont like it
How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years weve been down
Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true
We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
Fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worrisome
Bitch that I wasnt with I woulda hit it and quit
But you were playing to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her
Coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or something
But me catching her fucking other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
Cause you woof off at the mouth to people like you want it with me
When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose
But I am really your friend, Im just trying to tell ya the truth
Dont hate the game or the player the one thats changing is you
How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years weve been down
Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true
We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch get to speaking all rude
Fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
Like my finger get to snapping and poof it just happen
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babies aint starving at home
See the devil in your glance since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies
Aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise
How come when you talk its with bitter and spite?
Its my fault for what you did with your life?
And every time I go to hear you play, you look away
We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
How come?
When we started dating I was almost 9
Now Im 35 missing that big behind
And all I do is drive think about our lives
Come home every night dodging butcher knives
And I aint gon lie I like the attention
Sleeping with other wives saying Im out fishing
Lets put it all behind lets settle our difference
You ready to talk Im ready to listen
Back in the days I was feening for fame
Its a shame rappers just like coochie you kick game until you bang
And every waking morning Im doing the same thing
Just hanging and brainstorming just trying to make a name
When you blessing the game
Thats when everyone around you whole perception will change
And you accept it cuz you made it
But when your funds faded your treated like a scoundrel
Obviously your homies never gave a shit about you
I paid my dues twice and I aint lying
See thats first in the hood and the other after I signed
No time for being kind when your enemies shown
I walk alone while yall trying anything to get on
How come we dont even talk no more and you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years weve been down
Aint no way no how. This bullshit cant be true
We family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!5Embed |
Baruch College Freestyle LyricsPart I: Soul On Ice - Ras Kass
The final problem is solved by throwin sulfuric acid all over your back to see your spinal column dissolve
Droppin bodies like it was domino season
My phenomenal legion will shoot out
Your fuckin abdominal region
Slim Shady, responsible for your permanent stillness
Just escaped from the hospital with terminal illness
Itchin to rip your fuckin frame out
Cause I aint got nothing to lose
Like that movie that just came out
Callin your name out, first, last and your middle initial
Your mom, your dad, and your pregnant widow will miss you
And anybody else poppin some shitll go with you
Cause I aint tryna hear it like a political issue
So until I can leave with enough funds
Imma shove guns up in the mouths of your loved ones
Drown em face down in the bath while the tub runs
Got a rap sheet thats longer than Tubbys sub buns
Part II
And Ima kill it, just so yall think that I cant come off the top
And Ill be forced to rock unorthodox styles from off the top of the dome with a popular poem
Forget a damn team, I can stop you alone
Rappers thinkin they puttin out they records cause they sell
But they cantt fuck with what me– we doin here with A.L
Yall dont wanna do it when we kick it
When we kick the fluid, rappers dont wanna get into it
Yall knew it cause the feds want me
They headhunt me, Im Ted Bundy
I aint dead, I just fled country
Said bluntly, a cannibal, animal, fed monthly
Eating bread crunchy, cement beds comfy
Heads lumpy, funky like a dead skunk be
Med flunkie, jump off cliffs with thread bungie
Wearin red undies and a black cape
Rollin through the hood cracked out bumpin your whack tape
Im comin through dumpin
Change your rap name to Richard Jewell
Cause you aint blowing up nothing
Im showin up puffin
Throwin up, drinkin
Killin braincells til Im slow and not thinkin
Growin up stinkin, born with bad odor
Give me Hennessy, but please dont add soda
Now whos doper? You couldnt beat me when Im sober
Im off my fuckin rocker like your grandma tippin over, Slim Shady
Son, where you from son?
Yo, Im from Detroit city
Uh huh
Im bout to do a little something like this
A little something like this.
Ok, drop that shit.
Bust it, bust it
Yo, I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsidaz baby, and we suin the courts
Cause we dope as fuck and only get a two in the Source
Yo, they never shoulda booted me outta reform school
Deformed fool, taking a shit in a warm pool
Till they threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasnt me, I got a twin
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cause I murdered my guinea pig
And stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the forty ouncers
Slappin teachers and jackin off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Forget the next lesson, Ill pass the test guessin
And all the other kids said Eminem is a thizz head
Hell never last, the only class hell ever pass is phys-ed
Maybe true, til I told this girl in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps she need a Slim Fast
Yeah, girl you so big
You stepped, walked into Vic Tannys
And stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in a headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin
It began stormin, I heard a bunch of cheerin fans swarmin
Picked that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground
And threw her up to the highest
Diving board to toss her down
Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop
While I drop this girl face down and watch her belly flop, cause its like that
And I come in and I start wildin and shit
Then I be busting a lyric
And rappers dont believe Im freestyling it
Well here it goes when Im kicking lyrical flows
From your head to your toes
So that every rapper in this place knows
Cause when it comes to the freestyle
Coming off of the top of the dome
Im knocking your mouth and ya off, so who you copying off?
Stop being soft, Im standing on top of your loft
Killing you off slowly, like Roberta Flack
Ive never heard of wack
MCs that try to step to me, Ill break your verta-back
Or vertebrae, increase the murder rates
In 79 states... Yo, check it
Im bout to pass the mic to the next
MC who wanna step up and flex
With the techs, but make sure your shit is fresh
Come on, wreck it, who wanna be next?
It goes like this:
Broke the rubber, busted a nut up in your mother
So how do you feel about having another little brother
Nasty motherfucker, talking trash like a trucker
Snatch your bitch up out your track
Ill smack her up and fucked her
Always talk shit high, smoking chocolate Thai
So yall can die, just for walking by giving an awkward eye
Ive lost my motherfucking marbles
Smelling like a brewery
Droolin at the way your jewelery sparkles
Head full of charcoal, smoked out brain particles
Burning holes in clothes articles
A retarded fool since I started school
Burned the weed before I learned to read, disregarded rules
Skip the classes to blaze the blunt ashes
Kissing front dashes from smashing up
Cars like stunt crashes
Hall passes for restrooms, chewing mushrooms
Doing rush fumes in the lunch room
Looking nervous, liquor in my thermos
Hung with hermits that carry guns without permits
Staring at the bitch with firm tits
Jacking off, aiming straight for both lips when my sperm spits
Set it off
Rappers get beheaded if they soft
Yo they get they wires crossed
Rappers try to step to me but Im so ill Ill fire your boss
And this is all freestyle, killing it
While Im filling it with adrenaline, rappers be feeling it
Like it was braille, so yall can touch me anywhere
Cause I want you to feel me
Rappers wanna kill me, but they dont thrill me
So check it, Im bout to wreck when I make the record
Cause Im, skinny like an anorexic girl headed for the exit
Running butt naked away from just being date raped
Rappers? I twist em into a great shape
And throw em in the Great Lakes
Cause Im from the Michigan state
For fishermans sake, I throw em and toss em in
Rappers try to step to me
But this is the Holocaust and youll never win
Cause Ive forever been bent, forever demented
Rappers try to step to me but their shit is sweet-scented
And Im demented, and if I said it I meant it
Killin any MC cause Im Infinite, and when it
Comes to the way that Im spittin lyrical infinite ammunition
And putting a clip in this lyrical track that I just be rippin
Crushing it, killing it, taking your best line and hushing it
Taking your shit and flushing it down the toilet
Taking your biggest plot and foil it
Rappers cant uncoil it, Ill take my shit and aluminum foil it
Then throw it in the microwave and watch burn up
Cause Imma blow up
Rappers? I make em ill enough to throw up
Dont show up if you come to the battle
Can I speed it up? Just a little bit?
Alright thats cool. Alright
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
This one for Quest.
Some people say Im strange, I tell them aint shit changed
Im still the same lame asshole with a different name
Came late to the last show with a different dame
Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed of caine
You know youre spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turning to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
Im not a rapper, Im a demon who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screaming to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science
Motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
Im just a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting
You getting spun backwards
Like every word of obscene cursing
On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
Stopping your short life while youre still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery
To try to stop the blood from your
Ruptured sternum internally
Ill take it back before we knew each others name
Run in the hospital and snatch you out your mothers frame
Ill take it further back than that
Back to Lovers lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock block your fathers game
Ill plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit
And do this crossword puzzle
And when Im down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
Imma no a head-butt so hard, I knock us both out
No doubt8Embed |
Freestyle LyricsI stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression
Tensed up like Im suffering from a case of nasal congestion
Eyes hazel, complexion beige, age still in question
Critics hate my tape, kids cant wait for the next one
As long as theres rejects, my tape never ejects the deck
Thats the level of respect each CD gets
While yall graspin at straws like me snorting crushed Aspirin
And gasping at air and collapsing in malls
Im just a realistic impression of artistic expression
Whose tape was in the deck when kids shot up the delicatessen
So when I launch a verse full of controverse
Thatll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined a church
Im sorry kids I dismissed this class
Im going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas
Um, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom
Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass
This is my last album cause this is my last Valium
Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom
If yall dont like the shit that youre hearing
Then blow me til your lipstick is smearing
And I can see my dick disappearing
May 23rd
That means were taking over this year, you heard?, you heard?
Yo, May 23rd
That means were taking over this year, you heard?, you heard?4Embed |
Infinite Lyrics
Ah, yeah
This is Eminem, baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your motherfuckin mind
We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying?
Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the 96
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, the zany actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhymin skills got you climbin hills
I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills
Im slimin grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twistin necks of rappers
Til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up, twist em up
And indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more car-tunes than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion
There aint no time to be starin, gazin
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
Im Infinite; you heard of Hell
Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite
Bust it! I let the beat commence
So I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince
A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people
MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MCs, and stand the lonely one
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator
Simulator of data eliminator
Theres never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesisll smash a stereo to pieces
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
Im Infinite; you heard of Hell
Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite
Man, I got evidence, Im never dense
And Ive been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
To do some shit that represents the MO
So Im assuming all responsibility
‘Cause theres a monster will in me
That always wants to kill MCs
Mic nestler, slammin like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasnt practical
Id rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact, I cant see, or cant imagine
A man who aint a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit
Im tensed a bit, and tempted
When I see the sins my friends commit
Im Infinite; you heard of Hell
Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite
95, 96
And on and on and on 5Embed |
12 Days of Diss-Mas Lyrics1. Hit Em Up by 2Pac
2. Diss Fe Liar by YZ
3. Real Muthaphuckkin Gs by Eazy-E
4. The Bitch in Yoo by Common
5. Fuck Compton by Tim Dog
6. Fuck wit Dre Day by Dr. Dre
7. No Vaseline by Ice Cube
8. Fuck tha Police by N.W.A
9. Jack the Ripper by LL Cool J
10. 10% Dis by MC Lyte
11. Roxannes Revenge by Roxanne Shanté
12. The Bridge Is Over by Boogie Down
- Honorable Mentions:
13. Wack M.C.s by Del The Funky Homosapien
- Bonus Track:
14. Your Lifes on the Line by 50 CentEmbed |
Freestyle Lyrics
Id be a horrible mixtape DJ
I would be really fuckin bad
This is motherfuckin Eminem!
Or just Eminem, whatever you wanna call me
And youre listenin to motherfuckin easy listenin sounds er-
Whatever, clean your fuckin earwax out
This is motherfuckin DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
And, it goes a little somethin like this...
Yo, turn that click off
Aight, yo...
My music is soothin but its also been proven
That it can put you in the mood to jump outta your car while its movin
You been waitin on this moment, my sermon is like a omen
Im servin, Im Erick Sermon, I saw the window was open
And I jumped through it, my shit if you dont get pumped to it
I quit, heres my rhyme book, go head and thumb through it
And pick what you want from it, rummage and find somethin
You can use to jump someone and roll up bumpin
Im constantly coppin over you, squattin, shit has gotten
To the point where I aint even writin no more, Im just jottin
This is chicken scratch, shit is sickenin, I been kickin ass
Off bullshit throwaway rhymes, pick a batch
I live for the love of rap, you crazy
Ive made beats for Jay-Z for free, page me
You need a beat, you Canibus? Then its Dres fee
You Kay Slay? The fees waived, I stay beefin
With J.D. til the day Dre 2-ways me
That its okay to stop blazin him
Oops! I put it out, I pologize now
Its too late, G, its on tape and the tape leaked
Say What You Say, motherfucker
Drama King, Kay Slay, motherfucker
We dictate these mixtapes, motherfucker
Xzibit, blaze this little gay midget cocksucker2Embed |
Don’t Come Down Lyrics
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces
As a child I was foul
Ma, I couldnt understand them things that came out your mouth
You would fuss, cuss til your blood pressure was up
Then give up and slouch on the couch and drink your liquor
A hard-headed nigga I was, quick temper
Short attention span not attending class
What a dummy, I would run over you honey
You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a Mommy
Dont use my phone, dont even eat my food
Matter of fact, dont speak and it was just me and you
In the house, with that mouse and them traps and that gat
Waiting on the day for you to pull the trigger back
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces
You trying to kill me boy, thats what you wanna do kill me?
Ma youre not feeling me, the beef is not that drastic
Weed blasted bastard, youre lying
You tuck plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em
She knew, but she hated that it was true
I done raised two boys, I can do away with you
The locks changed, and the nights got colder
Im slanging boulders, looking like a boulder toker
But fuck it, Im the Obster, Im down for mines Ma
She ride by my corner like, Im not gonna cry
I would not reap the pain of watching my youngest man
On the corner slanging cane, Im calling the cops
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces
Ma, even though I left the house wrong
Seventeen years old on my own, using these streets as my home
Theres no need to prolong this beef dear, I love you
Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you
You the reason when I hustle, I knew to stack
The reason when I opened up mics I knew to rip
The ethics you enstored in this hectic young brother
Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy
When they ask about me now you wont just put your head down
Straighten up Ma, you can smile now proud
Everythings kosher with the boasterest Obster
Lets get closer, so regrets never approach us
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
Dont come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces2Embed |
Shady Narcotics Lyrics
Yeah!
Goddamn!
Feels like a long time, dont it?
Did you miss us? We missed you! Haha!
Shady Narcotics
Its The Re-Up, pussies!
And were back: myself
D12, 50 Cent
Obie Trice, Stat Quo
A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
And I would also like to introduce
The two newest members of the family:
One goes by the name of Bobby Creek
The other goes by the name of Ca$his
From Orange County
And I think its about time we just cut the bullshit, lets go!3Embed |
Lose My Mind Lyrics
Yeah man is like I dont been through so much man
I dont see so much shit out here man
All this material shit man this shit dont mean shit to me man
You know its like I done did so much man I aint got no shit to show for it man
Fuck The World man, naw Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah
Everybody trying to KILL me
I dont have no friends
Im by myself in this muthafucking Benz
Dont you TEST me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight
So im jumping in the night you gonna RESPECT me
I dont wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicidal thoughts
Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared
I can hear they heart beat and they aint no STOPPING me
Im out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole
What they DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame
And expect for me to change my fuckin mind
You motherfuckers dont know me
You motherfuckers dont know me
You motherfuckers dont know me
You motherfuckers dont know me
I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed
We dont need no help, you dont wanna fuck with me
I do not CARE, ya wont get enough
Im from the neighborhood where we throw the first punch
Get out my WAY, I had a bad day
My brother wouldnt have died if I had my AK, ya dont FEEL ME
I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
You dont LOVE ME, You just like my car
And if I ever went broke you find another star
Dont you TOUCH ME, I dont need a wife
I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life
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Tylenol Island Lyrics
Slim motherfuckin Shady
Aight
Missy Elliott, Timbo, cmon, yo
Im homicidal and suicidal, with no friends
Holding a gun with no handles, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin TECs at you until you see your fuckin legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin at the couch
Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a buildin
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed
Chopped em in half and suffocated your oxygen mask
Shit, if I get any higher Ima get the East and West beefin again
Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
Oh fuck. Oh shit. I got the hotel room ready. What time are you getting off... work? Or shall I say... what time are you coming home.
Aight, yo, yo, yo
One more time, yo
Im only smilin when Im violent, got on a plane wylin
Told the pilot to fly me to Tylenol Island
Stewardess like, You restless? Nah, bitch, Im restful
Just hold this fuckin jet still so I can eat these pretzels
Forget school, the other kids are disrespectful
They hold me down and play connect-the-dots with my freckles
I cant take it, Im tryin to gain weight, so I eat steak
Swallow the whole plate and weigh myself naked
Put out albums to teach kids family values
Cause every mom and dad should allow you to pop Valiums
And never hit someone unless you got a reason
And if there aint a reason, make one up, start swingin1Embed |
Soldier Lyrics
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
Its a fact homie, eagles dont fly in flocks
But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots
Like beefin, homie I aint sayin a word
Ill run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, Im solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin the dust
Five point O, burnin the clutch, while Im burnin the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, Im turnin it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin or what
You done told them you respect me, now tell them Im the nicest
Admit it nigga, Im a mid-life crisis
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
Its like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Pennies make dollars, and dollars make death threats
Im doin remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everydays war
Im heavy on sports, so my drawers like the NBA store
Dont make me send the piece at you
Ill have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you aint invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
Ive always been a picky man, but I aint a flowered star
So Imma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin the crown, airin em down
Were in the pound puttin fear in the clown
Im running with gangstas, dont make one of em shank ya
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
G-UNIT! I started my own gang
G-UNIT!
Imma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records cant sell, your company is buyin em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now Im choppin big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
Im tryin to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back1Embed |
Everybody’s Looking at Me Lyrics
Lights, action, cameras flashin
Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin
Flashin
Type who might throw his underwear in the trash like Marilyn Manson
Updated Axle Rose
White version of Shaft, pimp slappin hoes
Pull up like a Mac, jet black limo
Stretch so far back, cant see the back windows
Steppin out, pink hats, furs and minks
Chick on each arm, what the you think?
Right arm got that kid from NSYNCs chick on it
Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it
Me and Dre at the VMAs again
Pissin off all these lesbians and gays again
Aight, dawg , you want war?
You beatin us—not a chance
Let me show you what the clip does
Cause D12 is harder than virgins inside strip clubs
Yo, we bust thugs
You beatin us is like twenty inch on Love Bugs:
It wont happen, satisfaction
I got you backspin
Actin like you harder than life
Ayo, yo, we smarter
Peace to Obie Trice, rock a mic, its only right
Ob Trice around the globe twice
How it feel with DeShaun chosen words
Peace to Mark Labelle, Flex and Paul Rosenburg
Yo, Em-Diddy save me
Ayo, I think my dads gone crazy
My head hits the pillow, a weepin willow
I cant sleep, a pain so deep, it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
Im hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you dont know me
I keep sayin it, I cant stress it enough
So keep playin it, and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation
When Im stranglin my own throat masturbatin
Shit yeah, Im a basket case
And I mastered this rap s til my ass gets wasted
Til my assassination
Til Im slain cause of some infatuation
.44 mags a fascination
A taste for disaster, and if thats the case, then—
Aight, dawg, you involved with a hog
Thatll spit a bar like a brick of raw
Get you off like porn tricks, born with natural ability
To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty
Smackin an iller me with accurate agility
Attack your facility then its back to my killin spree
Jigga, Nelly is cool, its the wack ones thats killin me
While Clinton got head, I was in the sack with old Hillary
The fact Im an ill MC strapped with artillery
I got your family at your funeral clappin with misery
I can happen to him or me, better the other way
Pillow watch her suffocate
Youre hard, Doody, for D12
Funk Flex, more noise than a seashell
Yall faker than , we big in Dallas
We unsigned without the hype back before Rick Morales
Put it down there, rip your lungs with talons
Yall lack talents, in fact, youre all off balance
Ima say it like this: youre short like
And just tune in to show on June 4th2Embed |
Eminem Freestyle LyricsIll shove a gun in ya grill, greasy and heated
Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you its easy to eat it
You need to be immediately treated
While you breathing or youll be leaving
The receiving room this evening with Jesus
You hate on us, well be waiting on eight corners
Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders
Ill hop in the Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you
And bombard you in the car that ya mom bought you
Mess around and get choked and found in a moat
Floating around drowned face down in a boat
Ill pile five dudes in a Pinto
And well pull up to the seven mile drive-thru
At McDonalds and pile-drive you
I got the power to snatch a driver out his Eddie Bauer
When it rides by me at ninety miler per hour
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with white-out
Cause yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows
Its like that, its like that3Embed |
Hands on You Lyrics
Babe uh, yeah!
Girl, you my only one though aight, haha
You my baby, fuck all that shit, alright?
Youre the one for me
Check it out
Baby Im feeling the feelings you giving, Im feelin your style
And Im willing to let my guard down to figure you out
Im picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
Cause the vibe you giving me now
Feels like Im an innocent child
Sinning is never tempting when other womens around
Hands down, this is my vow
I never heard a moan sound so profound
When a niggas digging you out, phone rings
You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house!
If I call, youre in route
Theres a drought, you look out
Im on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze
Please believe I aint scared of commitment
Fuck head from them bitches!
When you could do the same, but that respect is given
Our intimacy is significantly different
You gon ride for me
Then Im gon ride for you
If you put your mouth on me
Im a put my mouth on you
Together there aint nothing we cant do
Any problem we can see it through
Baby if you promise to be true
I will never put my hands on you
Come on and think about it
We aint even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers
You my lover, Im your friend, Im your man, but Im saying
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call me George Foreman
Cause Im namin him O number four, me Im three
Plus the ol G like the personality, she say its meant to be
Im in the bathroom when you pee
She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo-doo, you my boo-boo
Theres nothing in this world that a nigga wouldnt do to
Satisfy - this my bitch that ride
My bitch with the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up she busting, she aint got to decide
No discussion, shell put a slug in a tough niggas muffin
Youre fucking wit her husband
You gon ride for me
Then Im gon ride for you
If you put your mouth on me
Im a put my mouth on you
Together there aint nothing we cant do
Any problem we can see it through
Baby if you promise to be true
I will never put my hands on you
Come on and think about it
Come on and think about it
You got a ring about it
Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage
Drama we overcome it if we out numbered
I promise itll be us against a hundred
Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanut butter
Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach
Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper
Enough to call O her Baby Father
You aint gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
Its signed and sealed, you the only female
Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail
Post bail and post up for sale
I swore, I swear we will always live well
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
Whos gon stop us? Nobody! Wes that deal
You gon ride for me
Then Im gon ride for you
If you put your mouth on me
Im a put my mouth on you
Together there aint nothing we cant do
Any problem we can see it through
Baby if you promise to be true
I will never put my hands on you
Come on and think about it
If you gon stand by me
Then Im gon stand by you
If you promise youll be true
Then Ill never put my hands on you
But! dont you play me for no fool bitch!
Cause if I put my mouth on you
After you put your mouth on someone else
Better find someone else new
Come on and think about it
Yeah.. Obie Trice
Shady!4Embed |
Many Men Lyrics
Hey, yo, Im the king of this muthafucka, Im the king of Detroit You do what I say what I say nigga, yo dont say it we gonna smoke this nigga Proof
Fuck that you shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga!
King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now nigga!
Many men, wish death upon P
Its hard to survive in the 313
Im trying to be what Im destined to be
And niggas tryin to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin wit me
He aint come dollo face in 1E
Watch what you say when you talk about me
Cuz I come and take your life away
Many men, many many many many men
Wish death upon me
Dog I dont cry no more
Dont look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Man these pussy niggas put money on head
Gonna get your refund, cuz motha fucka I aint dead
Im the dozen in the dirt, that aint been found
The real king of the D that aint been crowned
When Im on, something special happens every time
Im the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime
I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you
Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble
Be for real, punk niggas, your new to the beat
Ask any playa in the D, your new to the streets
Yall aint from 7 mile, and yall aint wound
Fuck a bone, when you hear that click its a gun!
Many men, many many many many men wish death upon me
Dog I dont cry no more
Dont look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men, many many many many men
Wish death upon me
Now there wouldnt be real, if it wasnt for no heart
If there wasnt 8 mile, there wouldnt be O Port
Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard
Murk you in afterlife, and see twice the god
This is for my niggas on the yo, doin there time
The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground
I heard about that little hit, that u put in the hood
But your shootifyougetshot aint gonna do no good
Im like MG for shady, you can call me the Don
If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm
Cant switch sides homie, let cash ride homie
Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break?
PA 7 Mile, FAs on May
School craft LA mack and B-wick
CCs Runyan AV. Thats who P wit
The cops dont know much, where I tuck my Glock
I got the word from E-dog when Stuck got locked
Aint gunna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind
Are you blind nigga, cant read between the lines
From Cameon, Rico Shocka and G-low
Rock man, First born, boxy and Dlow
Now lets clear, Im here for a real reason
He do a a hit, I do a hit, lets see whos still breathin
gasp
Many Friends
I lost to this game, and this cocksucka come namin names
So many hommies that passed away
Run up on him, point-blank and blast away
Many friends, many many many many friends
That died on me
I should have preserved my dog, poured out on the curb for yall
Your R.I.P
Many friends
I lost to this game, and this cocksucka coome namin names
So many hommies that passed away
Run up on him point-blank and blast away
For Lewon, Click-click, Bugs and Snook, Dont care bout all them drugs he took
Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cuz Im always gonna walk the D
Many friends
That died on me
I shall have preserved my dogs, poured out on the curb for yall
Yo R.I.P4Embed |
Oh! Lyrics
Yeah
Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks
I came in the game profane, no image
I came in the game with a name I was given
From a mane who aint give a fuck about his child—ren
I proclaim the name, though
Never in vain, no, watch the change grow
A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro
Now they want my brains on the main road
But they dont understand what I came for
How I came forth with a million sold
Who say you cant grow from mildew and mold?
Get money like Ross Perot
Im often told, a coffins the routes I go
Oh, thats the road you on, oh no
Im down for the rightful tone of fo fo
Dont ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that youre loco, put holes in my photo
Nope! Ob
Hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause O a thug, roll solo
Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up people
Believe that the boy see no evil
OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
Til these niggas nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He Rocs the Mic no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts like Leviathan
Im in position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile, Im a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldiers retirin, I aint buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who views bias
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence
Produce them sirens, you in the spital, orange juice and vitamins
OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great unks ago
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasnt in touch
When the teacher had spoke
Naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reachin got through my dome
Niggas gaffle so the gatll be chrome
Pulled the winnin raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happenings thats factual back in my home
This is rap, but I aint rappin so you clap in the zone
Think youre trapped in the act, for the sake of performin
This is your warnin, run up on them wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm
O. Treezys gone, my nigga Bus bring the hook back here for em
Cmon
OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho1Embed |
Trife Thieves Lyrics
Trife thieves, we cant be trusted
Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches
Trife thieves, we cant be trusted
Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches
My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door
Have ya niggas far and out like white kids at grocery stores
Battle Bizarre and its just too deadly
Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still couldnt forget me
If I dont get all my fuckin dough
Yall gon see more fights and spits than the Jerry Springer show
Cause Im a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch
For ten rocks even a basshead with AIDS would suck my dick
Cause Im quick to snatch a nigga out his Polo
Im the reason niggas come ten deep and end up leavin solo
Me losin? Yall niggas must be buggin
We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges
Im the illest rapper to come out thus far
Ill shoot anybody; even the bitch who gave me CPR
Step to the Outz and end up getting burned
Fuck around and get raped like one of Bill Clintons interns
Ill shove a gun in ya grill, greasy and heated
Smothered in hot mustard, so when I feed it to you its easy to eat it
You need to be immediately treated
While you breathin and youll be leavin the receivin room this evenin with Jesus
You hate on us and well be waitin on eight corners
Swarmin ya hood with a thousand angry skateboarders
I hop in a Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you
And bombard you in the car that your mom bought you
Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat
Floatin around drowned, face down in a boat
Ill pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull up
To the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonalds and pile-drive you
I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car
When he rides by me at ninety miles an hour
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face
With white out, cause yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows
Im dressed to please sucking nips
Yeah, she get it the same way that I fucked the chick
Stuck my hands in her panties like bitch suck my dick
87 freak 187 heat the passion rolls Im passin clothes
You like it in the ass is what Im askin hoes
Arent you Fuzz he has sold more albums then the Jacksons sold
I love you baby if Im not with you then Im blastin foes
Telepathically harrasing foes
I know your little sister is fourteen but her ass can grow
Ice-berg took down Titanic elastical
Given my fans the exact shit they askin fo
Fuzz Scooter fucking one man bout to show
You passing one blunt bitch we passing four
I rode your ass and smoked take one pull and smoke your head up
Ill send you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up
I went to the fighting really Canibus who can get up
I knew this shit was over from the fucking blood that he spit up
Ran a couple more miles should have done more sit-ups
I want his dumb ass to jump up bitch and get lit up
Call your bitch like, Bitch, come and pick this bitch up
On battle you be sweeter then I get this shit up
Ill stomp you too you get up
Or stomp you to the cops come
Eighty niggas came when your fucking block got dumb
Trife thieves, we cant be trusted
Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches
Trife thieves, we cant be trusted
Steppin to my clique the wrong way and get yo motherfuckin dome busted
We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches
We aint just shootin niggas, we buckin bitches5Embed |
Eminem and Dilated Peoples Freestyle Lyrics
Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth
Im just a nerd cursed, with badly disturbed nerves
Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first?
Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer Earth
So Im here to rule the planet, starting with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a word search
With smeared letters, running together in blurred spurts
I hang with male chauvinist pigs and perverts
Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts
Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerbers
My first words were bleep-bleep and curse-curse
Never had ish, and I still dont deserve dirt
My breath still stinks and Im on my third Certs
Yanking out my stitches, hollering, Nurse! nurse!
You said this shot would numb it! Trick, it just hurts worse!
Grew up in a dump next door to a burnt church
But gunshots drowned out crickets and bird chirps
And its like that, and its like that
Got no apathy
Yo, I platform my strategy, mix words in alchemy
Evidence, I wont get caught shot on the balcony
Between you and I, Ill tell you heres the diff
Gun to your head, youre dead, pointblank I shapeshift
Thats right to dear, anelope, or owl
In life, use your potential, or Steve Howe
Im about to call it quits, yo too much weightll break your rack mount
The manll make you move, yo so make your move a backout
You say I use my name too much as a clutch
Try holding on to beat instead of pushing on your crutch
Flipped it backwards, Evidence attack nerds off the head
Steadfast, right or left, dont matter see you coming
Deaf/Def like Leppards, pop the piece, I be the sheppard
Causing the herd, the name is Ev absurd
Verbs get flipped, its like this, yo acronyms and all that
Methaphor imagery, you claiming metaphors and spitting similies
Not having it, the name is Evidence
Like Pos. K gibbin the life thinking of stabbing it
Skills prevail you possess, take no offense
But dont profess lies within your mind, tempt and stress
Its like uh-oh-oh
Its Dilated Peoples on the Wake Up Show-uh-oh
We kick a lick or some for the radio-uh-oh
Yo CaTashTrophic like Rico2Embed |
Syllables LyricsIt’s not about lyrics anymore, it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it
Cause nowadays these kids, jeez
Don’t give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ’s playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We dont know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
And the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched
Cause we don’t know anymore, what are hits
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
And Ashley’s got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables
If the emphasis on the compact disc isn’t the beat
Than I’m gon feature EM and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing’ cost ya man lot of dough, oh
The fuck am I busting my brain for?
Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found the angle
No more reality flow
I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her “we in press heaven”
No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet
So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em?
Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable
They said 30′s the new 20
Funny, must mean 40′s the new 30
Interesting cause ever since then it’s been in a sense
An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half
Of the shit coming out right now
Its all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it’s his last and 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops what we got then
So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do
Gambling everytime we put a record out
Just looking for that hook
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be cause shorty
You love me
And I love you too
And I promise I’ll be true to you
Go shorty, its your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O’s
And run G for days used to see how I get hoes
I’m international, I get my dick licked round the globe
I’m sick right into show, riding on lolo’s
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo’s
Don’t fuck with the dodo’s, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I aint got time to joke, joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing
Beep behind me player, so you here anyway
You don’t hear what I’m saying
Me fin-nini-na
Fee-fi-dididee-yay
Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way
Sunny bunny money and funny
You aint even listening and I just took your money
This aint top 40 or hit list shit
Not for TRL, no Rick Dees picks
This is straight GRL ski mix bitch
Call me Strasburg when I pitch this shit
I leave these other rappers so tongue-tied
They just local, GRs worldwide
You sound like cabbage, ya wilted outside
I spit tomatoes straight from the vine
Leave these other artists lookin all sundried
A bunch of little stains, to them Im Tide
Keep a stain stick in my Subaru ride
Glass all black cant see us igniting
Paint white out like you fucked up writing
Mount baker bout to get a boost in style
In the parking lot they cant help but smile
Maam please cover the eyes of your child
Gunz come out you know bumpin 50
Subie 2 shes covered with bitties
Snowpants blue like the sign for thrifty
So baggy what are those a fuckin size 60?
Burrito legs bitch, call me big shittyEmbed |
Steve Berman Lyrics
Eminem opens the door
Hey Steve... Uh, Vanessa said you wanted to see me? Whats up?
Marshall... I can call you Marshall, right?
Uhh... sure
Good
Sit the fuck down for a second
Okay
Do you just fucking hate me?
Hate you? What—
What the fuck have I ever done to you?
Your last record, we got lucky
This D12 album is fucked!
Whats wrong with it?
I dont wanna rape my grandmother!
I dont wanna have sex with pitbulls!
I wanna roll on dubs, I wanna throw bows, I wanna rock prada!
Rock prada?
And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy?
What do you mean?
Do you need a CAT scan?! Where the fuck did you find this guy?!
I—I mean, Ive known him for like...
This albums never coming out
Steve, youve only heard one song!
Fuck you! Get the fuck outta here!
Now!
O-Okay, okay, shit!!2Embed |
Lu Myself Lyrics
Lu myself, first of all accuse myself for being a fool
All attempts to school myself have failed
To improve means to remove myself
From this pool of sharks, dark as the mood I felt
I’m losing fuel, that’s all the food I refuse myself
That’s how you do when you do yourself
And if I lose, I could never excuse myself
Till I grow old, sit back and accrue my wealth
You don’t stand a chance, matter of fact, you don’t have half the stance
To stand if you stood half a chance
Like c-h-a to dance with this man from the C.H.A’s
Give it up, just abandon plan
Since you don’t have half the stance like an amputee
You don’t have half the pants that it takes
To command a family
The fan or command a fee
So you will never get the ransom you demand from me
The good news, my foot’s loose, my hands is free
So I dance all footloose and fancy free
Big Ups to footloose and all the fans of me
My fan base expands from Vans to Timberlands
From mansions to Section 8 campuses B
I’m they champion and I ain’t even SoundScanned it, see, I been lamping
Whipping up an answer to these rappers who got it backwards
Like zipping up their pants to pee
Like I’m just a rapper and I ain’t dapper
Im frequently fly, I can go to France for free
But I ain’t no fan in base, cooking up grams of C
We in a wet stretching O’s like rubber bands to feed
But that was white boy 100 grand to key
When I’m posted up with this little punk ass chump cash advance
That they handing me, I came back with birds like Brandon Lee
I came back with words in a stanzas G
Told ya, right back like Stan, Imma stand till it answers me
I’m concentrating man, Im an oscillating fan
When they wanna shake hands with me, it sucks right now
Hear it through ya spirit just dampens B
Like damn that was my man, what the hell happened to he?
His fan base is disbanded B
‘Cause his lyrics don’t mirror when he first landed see
Don’t give into this land to please
So help me God, Imma kill it, that’s my word
Remove this blindfold, just give us a chance to see
And Imma quit it the minute it abandons me
My plan’s to be here for a minute
Then I’m finished, then I’m vamping G
Most these cats is pussies, pearl tongues, oysters and clams to me
Flintstone money can’t even stand being in their glances geez
They say it’s looking good, from my vantage B?
Shit is sinking like Atlantis B and I’m more set than Alanis
What, you ain’t understanding me? Am I speaking Spanish B?
Well adios holmes, am I getting sloppy Joe? Well what am I, a Manwich B?
I got a Big Mac if you want a sandwich G
Who else you know keep the Mickey D tucked
With the windy on his shoulder? I told ya, give it up dog, it’s over4Embed |
She’s the One Lyrics
Slim Shady, asshole
For any nigga with guns
We got guns too
More heated
Ready to outgun you
Its too late I already outgunned you
You was around
You know the outcome too
Lets play, let me show you what Game is
Heartbreak, Im showing you what pain is
Please, Im repping the D homeboy
Where your guns, you stepping to me homeboy
Royce 59s the name, niggas know
And niggas know, dealing with me niggas know
Ayo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Psych, I aint got no five, you gold digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, Im just here to bug you girl
You cant get none, but you know I love you girl
Yo she the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that aint really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Chanel, huh
She the one who aint really got shit, huh
That little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
The fucking slut with her chest enhanced
Titty dances to pay for her breasts implants, huh
Anybody with knives, we got knives too
More sharper and ready to outslice you
About five dudes deep, who out-size you
And wanna see insides coming outside you
Get me drunk and Ill drink anything you can think
Whats up Ms. Bitch; (Yo, whats up with the ring
You married?) Shit, Im still mingling, bitch
I just wanted this ring, this the only finger it fit
Wattup with you, you married
Of course you are, you little fucking trailer park whore
(Trailer, I dont live in no trailer
I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck
Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slut
Before I pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A year-and-a-half old, potty-trained baby falls out
And I aint staying to pay no child support
Are you playing? Be a man? Bitch what you saying
You tryin to pull some bullshit while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full
Whats up boo, this is for you and your girlfriend
You Bankhead, up in Detroit we Earl Flynn
Assholes get guns and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those
Royce, Im the king
Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayo, you with the long hair, is it yours
I guess so, got a receipt paid for
Got anymore lipstick? Im sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I aint trying to take the ghetto out
Things about you to tell about, mellow out
Im the one that be making the clubs say what
Getting love, and making the club say what
Some of you cats hate on the low and got sick
Any songs thats not hits, its not this
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Love The Way You Lie Lyrics
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then the saint turned out so evil
I dont know why Im still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But youll always be my hero
Even though youve lost your mind
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Now theres gravel in our voices
And glasses shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you always win
Even when Im right
Cause you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And its sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
So maybe Im a masochist
I try to run but I dont wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up
In smoke with all our memories
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-yeah
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie2Embed |
Look in My Eyes Lyrics
Every man determined his definition of realness
Whats real to him
Everybody got their own definition of gangsta, man
Okay, this is my definition of gangsta
Surprise motherfuckers
You thought I never would arise motherfuckers
Its Obie Trice motherfuckers
Look in the eyes of a real guy
I aint got time for lies, niggas frontin like they lyin
Nigga ya not tough decease the bluff
These streets is too heated up for you to front
Dre laced the beat, heated up for you to bump
Real name no gimmicks, give my niggas what they want
Fuck the image and the blunt, that aint rap dog
Be who you wanna be, but let it be fact dog
Well never let a nigga tell you how you should act dog
Specially when youre fuckin with automatic gats, dog
These niggas aint playin, Im sayin
Im sprayin, I do my dirty work with my hands
Im a man, layin a nigga down, he advance
You fuckin with my plans, Im lookin for the tooth
Look in my eyes
Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line
Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives
Never will get to your strap before I find mine
Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes
Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine
All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time
Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind
Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes
Now when Obies up to bat, they asked Obie
How you cope with that, cope aesthetically man
I Kobe Bryant rap
Im so defiant that the lines uninviting my rhyme
I swear Im outta my mind sometimes
Out on the grind, my kind
Nickel and dime niggas we aint rich yet
We on the corner with a 40 and a biscuit
Ready for bitch shit, have you drinkin we aint got good sense
My hood so tense, niggas so dense
I see through the life you invent
Slow up on how you niggas vent
You niggas aint representin shit
I represent school crowd killas, Detroit nigga
My nigga what, the realest exploit niggas
My nigga what, whats the point in avoidin your feelings
You niggas feel us, we drillin you with lyrics motherfuckers
Real life experiences, Eminem gave the clearance
So Im here to show you niggas brilliance
Build it, Shady marine no civilian
O-Trice you fuckin with a real one
Look in my eyes
Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line
Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives
Never will get to your strap before I find mine
Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes
Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine
All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time
Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind
Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes
This is what the streets done to me, Hung-ary
Gun on me, hopes high only keep change up community
Give it up imunnity, raise future mes
You look in my eyes thats the dream Obies seen
Man it seems its as easy as the rhyme Obie brings
But my eye shows things intervene
All in between Its like losin my team
Losin my freedom, losin my mind, in the bing
The being Im a being Graduated from rights of beings
To a Be-enz congratulated on lifes sirenes
On your biatch I done came too far
To go backwards, my aim to extreme for yall
Look in my eyes
Sayin theres a love I can hate, cause its a thin line
Walk around with my chest out like I got 9 lives
Never will get to your strap before I find mine
Wonder what the future is like, look in my eyes
Real Gs anticipate they got to have mine
All the hoes shoutin me out say its all about time
Niggas never open they mouth cause they know my kind
Find it hard to figure me out, look in my eyes
SHADY
Look in my eyes man, it aint shit but real talk over here nigga
I would never send you elsewhere
I got hair on my nuts nigga, grown man shit
Thats how a nigga get into clubs nigga
When I aint got no ID
Flash my nuts on they ass
They walk me right in nigga
Hahahaha, yeah, Obie Trice2Embed |
There They Go Lyrics
Yeah
Aye, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs nigga?
Detroit city!
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever theres war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go
You are not convincing
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit
Straight detention, a nigga doing tension
Once released he on that music buisness
When viewing 106 and them cafeterias
Only to find that raps actually serious
Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilence
Same shit that sent em upper Michigan
Us is pimping, a difference, from any city I visited
Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, period
Use O as a reference to that sentence
The message Im sending you, best just pay attention
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever theres war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go
If you dont like how I act then blow me
I dont really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
Man whats up with that scratch you owe me?
Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe
Big Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the D
Its cut-throat, better be packing homie
And niggas get they shit split for acting phonie
Were known for the Glocks and the choppas
These niggasll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers
We got real Gs and lots of imposters
I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastas
Yall niggas aint impress me yet
Yall yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press eject
See we known for the car shows, running from the narcos
Keep them bottles coming, we gon pop em till the bar close
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever theres war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go
Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass
See her dreams of being an R&B singer diva
Leave her face, cut her from the waist
Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face
And this place aint just safe, its just straight gangsta
It aint just New York or L.A. that bangs no more
Theres Latin Coun Kings here
Southside, four, East Side and Gansen
Nothin but ganglands and, spray paint cans
And when that van rolls up, man they aint glancing
That window rolls down and that tre-eights dancing
And them shooters dont miss, homie they hate chancing
Straight for the dome and its vacate fast and
Get the fuck outta dodge fore that blue Dodge flashing
Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened
And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
But just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever theres war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go
Here we go motherfuckers
This the motherfuckin back acha Trick
Dont even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
This is where the real killers at
Detroit motherfucker!
Aint never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggas
Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga
We got something for your ass
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Mockingbird Lyrics
Hailey I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
Well Im gone but Im trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see youre sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cause youre scared, I aint there?
Daddys with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddys here, no more nightmares
We gon pull together through it, we gon do it
Laney uncles crazy, aint he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
Were all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin puzzled, in a daze
I know its confusing you
Daddys always on the move, mamas always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy dont want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I dont see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we were teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But its just something we have no control over and thats what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day well wake up and this will all just be a dream
Now hush little baby, dont you cry
Everythings gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddys here to hold ya through the night
I know mommys not here right now and we dont know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise mommas gon be alright
Its funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck em under the tree and said some of em were from me
Cause daddy couldnt buy em
Ill never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broken into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your mommas heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And thats when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didnt like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
Im just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now Im sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, its almost like youre sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddys still here
Laney Im talkin to you too, daddys still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
Its got a ring to it dont it?
Shh, mommas only gone for the moment
Now hush little baby, dont you cry
Everythings gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddys here to hold ya through the night
I know mommys not here right now and we dont know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise mommas gon be alright
And if you ask me too Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird
Imma give you the world
Imma buy a diamond ring for you
Imma sing for you
Ill do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird dont sing and that ring dont shine
Imma break that birdies neck
Ill go back to the jeweller who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat dont fuck with dad Embed |
Take The World With Me Lyrics
Some Outsidaz shit
I started hearing laughter in my head
Somebody laughing at me
Always laughing at me
I’m ‘bout to go crazy
So I started to set it on niggas, nah mean?
Pacewon!
I’m high like Redman, tripping with a tab of acid
In my headband
The name’s Pacewon, I’ll kick that ass quickly
When I die I’ma try to take the whole world with me
Raw rhymes, penetrate the kidney
When I die I’ma try to take the whole world with me
Take it with me
Take it with me, the whole world with me
Yeah, I be hitting you with rude shit
I be rolling like crews with new whips, call it stupid
But I mastered the fantastic ghetto bastard
Raw rap style to kick that ass with
Rough as Brillo, nympho spreading like info
More than the Jacksons got kinfolk
Your crew not strong, they stink like your mother feet
When she walk in shoes with no socks on
Light as popcorn, me! Disciplining fresh MCs
That you’d be scared to rock for
I’m low down and I’m shifty
When I die I’ma try to take the whole worth with me
Most MCs get slapped ‘cause they sissy
When I die I’ma try to take the whole worth with me
Take the world, take it with me
Take it with me, set it!
Yeah! Eminem!
Dirty Dozen! Yeah!
I’m in the sound-proof booth without a roof
Drunk off 180-proof vodka with Dr. Ruth
We in the vocal room inhaling Magic Markers
Sitting in the dark lighting our blunts with sparklers
We got my man Pacewon behind the boards
Cause we tied the engineer up with output cords
Bizarre’s in the lobby with the Beatles, smoking bowls
Poking holes in his veins with dirty needles
We get all doped up from popping uppers
And run a train on Foxy Brown without rubbers
Smoking homegrown drugs, that’s why you can barely tell
What the fuck we’re saying, like Bone-Thugs
Hitting blunts ’til my lungs contort, smoke
Then take one more short toke before I snort coke
Shit, I been doing lines all day
My mind’s all clay from smelling Pine-Sol spray
What! No, hold up, hold up, hold up
Smoking laced weed wrapped up in a fruit Roll-Up
My lungs are all swole-up and ‘bout to bust open
I’m just hoping I don’t die from snorting crushed Motrin
I need drugs, somebody fix me
When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me
Twelve blunts, plus I’m bringing your girl with me
When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me
I’m not coming back, so don’t send no one to get me
When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me
Fuck that, give me all my shit free
When I die, I’ma try to take the whole world with me
Wack MCs, there’s a new sheriff in town
Put your guns down or die with a ill frown
The Outsidaz doing uppers and downers
Clowners, even masters scared to hang around us
I’m a slob that don’t have a job
Peek through your windows, steal the good from your mom
We the starters, y’all niggas hit the benches
Smacking more hoes than Joe Jackson at feminine convention
Cop some mushrooms, I just can’t see
Pull me out the bathroom, I’m ‘bout to OD
Nasty, dirty, some say I’m filthy
Every time I drop the rap, Outs be like…
Brain’s too high, have no fear
Eat the pussy of a girl with burning gonorrhea
I made a box with a thugger on DD
Our crew’s more stupid on wax than Cowdy from Lion King
Who’s the big guy high off chocolate kai
If you disrespect me, you’ll lyrically die
Somebody hide me, somebody get me
When I die, I take the whole world with me
I’m ‘bout to do your girl named Cindy
When I die, I take the whole world with me
You bomb my set, I give her Good-N-Plenty
When I die, I take the whole world with me
You know my flow is so ill
MCs on the microphone and get verbally killed
All y’all niggas’ll get killed
Fucking with the Dirty D
Pacewon up in this motherfucker
All motherfuckers better act like they know
You MC, I don’t give a fuck where you from
Close to me or far from me
I’ma see your wack ass
Pacewon! Pacewon!4Embed |
Intro / 50 Cent / The Massacre Lyrics
CD opening
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine’s Day, hmmm…
Reading CD back
Gun shots and screams
Bullet shell is dropping3Embed |
Get Back Lyrics
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back, back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back, back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better
Doing a box of doctrine, on stomping oxygen
After 10 put a fork to your optic lens
Hitting wit a sudden force
Leave your boy laying in the same puddle of blood as yours
When I flood his porch
Smuggle a gun in court and shoot the judge
Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub
A double-deuce wit slugs, Im Proof on drugs
Well turn you to a rapper that we used to love
How you on medicine cabinet pills
Grabbing the steel, leaping over buildings that havent been built
Im not the best yet cause I havent been killed
Im laughing at you faggot-ass rapping for deals, you better
Get back, get back
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You better
Im disappointed in my dentist appointment
He only gave me the fucking gas for thirty minutes this morning
Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray
Checked out the next day in a dress with a sex change
Im having a bad day
My fucking dads gay, I hate fags, and Im fucking mad cause I dont have AIDS
All I want to do is die
I tried suicide six times and couldnt even do it right
Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs
And had to be dragged back to rehab with bloody kneecaps
Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program
Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a choke slam
I swear to God, this Pac poster comes any closer
Im kicking this whole fucking wall over
Two more shots and its all over
Im all over this wall, trying not to fall over
BLOAW BLOAW!
Shots in broad day
The bitch shouldnt have been in the way
Me, Shady and Mike fucking a hermaphrodite
My little sister was a virgin till late last night
High off a kite off of stick of sherm
Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns
A unibomber trying to escape this country
Tell O.J. he better be coming up wit my money
Bizarre goes commercial? Nigga, you can forget it
Bitch suck my dick that is the radio edit
Im quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I aint had pussy in a while, Im too busy fucking assholes
Battle me? You better go eat your vegetables
Im iller than a Muslim eating a pork hot dog at an African festival
This shit is serious, watch me sniff cane
Resort to pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
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You better get the FUCK back
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I’m Gone Lyrics
Kay Slay! Yo..
Drama King!
Check it out, check it out, O. Trice!
Its just a scratch, man
I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page
You aint gon have no other choice but to rush the stage
And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight
Cause you gon have to, cause you aint got the smarts to write
Something that good, to try to come back at me with
What you gon do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit?
You motherfuckers crack me up, talking bout you gonna smack me up
Yall wont even back me up
Throw up your paws, you pussies cant even scratch me hard
Its like fucking cats de-clawed trying to jack me off
You think Im afraid? What you trying to throw some fear in me?
You think Im dumb enough to roll with no security?
Im doing my best to try to show maturity
But dont sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me
Like its supposed to be scaring me
Like I wont leap clean over this fucking
V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or near me, trying to approach me physically
Cause he dont spit lyrically
And he knows that my flows so sick, his hos on my dick
And hes so sick of hearing me, my posters are staring at him
But I dont think he knows the severity
Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously
If I go hysterically, cause I guarantee
Theres no one in here that would resort back childhood
Any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood
Especially when Im sipping on this liquor and tonic
One swig of this bottle Imma go upside your head so hard with it
The mark from itll be so dark that itll leave a scar so big
Youll be able to read a label from the motherfucking
Sticker thats on it, Im sick of the nonsense
Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point
Where Imma let you sit on my conscience, Im gone, bitch
Im gone bitch
Shady Records motherfucker, we gone, bitch
I said we gone bitch, so long, bitch
Catch up if you can, we moving on, bitch
Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo
Off of one debut, screaming, Im in Janai yo!?
Obie Trice, showed you right
He done seen overseas, hes not a prototype
Nobodys protégé, Em only showed O. the way
Fuck what the media say
If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice fused it
In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it
Choose, to translate it through the art of music
And started using it reaching the youth
Influenced by the truth in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend
Hand full of contraband
A product of my environment, narcotics and violence
Inspires the content, but my intent is
To retire these tired-ass writers in si-lence
Cause haters they hate us cause Shady became famous
And claimed the rap game when they thought hed be nameless
But racist accusations wont change us
Let the truth be told, you think O. will be over here
Like, Master, show them you got soul!
No, anybody knows us knows thats not how we roll
So, I still push the bucket
If I aint trust it I wouldnt fuck with it
But fuck it, Im gone bitch!3Embed |
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