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Shady Records Mob Squad


Eminem:


S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...





'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins.








Chorus:


Niggas know what i'm about out here


I don't toot my own horn cuz i don't have to


You can run your own mouth, i don't care


If you get too close i'm gon' clap you


it's too real out here, to be scared


A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to


A man is the last thing you should fear


it aint considered a crim unless they catch you


We all die 1 day...








Obie Trice:


Niggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look


Like you muthafuckas got Obie Trice shook


Like i'ma stand here as a man


and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper hand


I got issues... got no time


Got guns than more niggas moms


Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas rides


Everybody runnin' for they muthafuckin lives


Tough Club niggas? we leave early


Cock back shirley, open up ya fade


your gray brain needs motor city paid


Your nervous system still twitch on days; these


ho's and animals ?'s get merked


don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt


don't ever let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'


Trust in God cuz you's about to have a bullet scar


I give a fuck where you from, who you be with


Keep this a secret, right by the nuts


a .45 that'll lite niggas up


and this .45 high make me not give a fuck





Chorus:








Lloyd Banks:


But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks


And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks


Poverty'll make ya ass bet


My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet


They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun


if thats the case, then get a bigger one


You dont think i pack the 'bump' cuz i'm out the hood


that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump


i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done


got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them


I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from


Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come


I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train


I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane


ssh, be easy on my name


cuz i aint goin bank n forth


your boss and ya captains's soft





Chorus:





Eminem:


We gon' bring it to anybody who want it


you want it? you gon' get it


Man when we gon' hit 'em


chew 'em up and spit 'em out


too much venom


and if you roll wit em


we gon' fuck you up wit 'em


i got too much momentum


movin in my direction to lose


my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*


You know how we do it when we do how we do it


and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move


like assasins, ski masks and gloves


consider this as a warning, disaster comes


faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx


we are fizzast, fuck your little bitch as up


We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though


drag the little body on fuck like kim osario's


little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real


We burn Source coovers like fuckin Cyrpress Hill


then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still


Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real


This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke


enough second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke


I'm an O.G. you're fuckin wit a G.I. Joe


BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?


i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me


when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-


le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her


legs


you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit pushed in?


I'll put my blade in you like a fuckin pin cushin


slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)


I'll show you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog


Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?


I lack every sane chemical in my membrane


I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts


and you can get each one for free so feast up


i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party


for easter, please come





50 Cent:


We gon' bring it to anybody who want it


you want it? you gon' get it


your name up over him, chew him up


and spit him out


too much venom


and if you roll wit' him we gon' fuck you up wit' him


you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest


i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest


have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest


fear me like you fear God cuz i bring death


silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle


i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down


i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy


turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies


if you tryin' to buy guns from the nigga that look to


so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new


you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'


when i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin


they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)


if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me


haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)


Eminem:


S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...





'Yeah! Yeah! Shots to Soul Assasins! DJ MUGZ... Alchemist...








Chorus:


Niggas know what i'm about out here


I don't toot my own horn cuz i don't have to


You can run your own mouth, i don't care


If you get too close i'm gon' clap you


it's too real out here, to be scared


A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to


A man is the last thing you should fear


it aint considered a crim unless they catch you


We all die 1 day...








Obie Trice:


Niggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look


Like you muthafuckas got Obie Trice shook


Like i'ma stand here as a man


and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper hand


I got issues... got no time


Got guns than more niggas moms


Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas rides


Everybody runnin' for they muthafuckin lives


Tough Club niggas? we leave early


Cock back shirley, open up ya fade


your gray brain needs motor city paid


Your nervous system still twitch on days; these


ho's and animals ?'s get merked


don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt


don't ever let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'


Trust in God cuz you's about to have a bullet scar


I give a fuck where you from, who you be with


Keep this a secret, right by the nuts


a .45 that'll lite niggas up


and this .45 high make me not give a fuck





Chorus:








Lloyd Banks:


But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks


And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks


Poverty'll make ya ass bet


My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet


They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun


if thats the case, then get a bigger one


You dont think i pack the 'bump' cuz i'm out the hood


that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump


i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done


got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them


I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from


Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come


I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train


I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane


ssh, be easy on my name


cuz i aint goin bank n forth


your boss and ya captains's soft





Chorus:





Eminem:


We gon' bring it to anybody who want it


you want it? you gon' get it


Man when we gon' hit 'em


chew 'em up and spit 'em out


too much venom


and if you roll wit em


we gon' fuck you up wit 'em


i got too much momentum


movin in my direction to lose


my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*


You know how we do it when we do how we do it


and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move


like assasins, ski masks and gloves


consider this as a warning, disaster comes


faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx


we are fizzast, fuck your little bitch as up


We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though


drag the little body on fuck like kim osario's


little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real


We burn Source coovers like fuckin Cyrpress Hill


then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still


Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real


This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke


enough second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke


I'm an O.G. you're fuckin wit a G.I. Joe


BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?


i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me


when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-


le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her


legs


you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit pushed in?


I'll put my blade in you like a fuckin pin cushin


slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)


I'll show you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog


Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?


I lack every sane chemical in my membrane


I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts


and you can get each one for free so feast up


i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party


for easter, please come





50 Cent:


We gon' bring it to anybody who want it


you want it? you gon' get it


your name up over him, chew him up


and spit him out


too much venom


and if you roll wit' him we gon' fuck you up wit' him


you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest


i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest


have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest


fear me like you fear God cuz i bring death


silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle


i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down


i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy


turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies


if you tryin' to buy guns from the nigga that look to


so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new


you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'


when i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin


they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)


if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me


haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)



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