eminem - shady records mob squad lyrics
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 -ssasins.
chorus:
n-gg-s know what i’m about out here
i don’t toot my own h-rn ’cause i don’t have to
you can run your own mouth, i don’t care
if you get too close i’m gon’ clap you
it’s too real out here, to be scared
a real n-gg- gon’ do whatever he has to
a man is the last thing you should fear
it aint considered a crim unless they catch you
we all die 1 day…
obie trice:
n-gg-s, when i step up in the bar, f-ggots’s wanna look
like you m-th-f-ckas got obie trice shook
like i’ma stand here as a man
and let some queer–ss funny lookin n-gg- get the upper hand
i got issues… got no time
got guns than more n-gg-s moms
shoot up clubs and destroy n-gg-s rides
everybody runnin’ for they m-th-f-ckin lives
tough club n-gg-s? we leave early
c-ck back shirley, open up ya fade
your gray brain needs motor city paid
your nervous system still twitch on days; these
ho’s and animals ?’s get merked
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you slugs don’t hurt
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you ‘play the ball hard’
trust in god ’cause you’s about to have a bullet scar
i give a f-ck where you from, who you be with
keep this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 that’ll lite n-gg-s up
and this .45 high make me not give a f-ck
chorus:
lloyd banks:
but as long as i’m here i’m gon’ grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
poverty’ll make ya -ss bet
my words touch n-gg-s in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
they say you live by the gun, you die by the next n-gg- gun
if thats the case, then get a bigger one
you dont think i pack the ‘b-mp’ ’cause 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 cl-ss, you aint ever got a tv on your plane
ssh, be easy on my name
’cause 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
and if you roll wit em
we gon’ f-ck you up wit ’em
i got too much momentum
movin in my direction to lose
my shoes’ll explode as soon as you go to step in ’em -boom!-
you know how we do it when we do how we do it
and we come through, g-unit d one two (d12) and obie we all move
like -ssasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, disaster comes
faster than you can react to it, just ask marx
we are fizzast, f-ck your little b-tch as up
we are not killas, my vato will have you shot though
drag the little body on f-ck like kim osario’s
little sorry-o -ss, go ask b-real
we burn source coovers like f-ckin cyrpress hill
then in the ninties when you was in diapers still
shady records, you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, i don’t smoke, but i toke
enough second hand to make my f-ckin p.o. choke
i’m an o.g. you’re f-ckin wit a g.i. joe
bia bia, mia-mia you livin la vida a loc?
i’m a psyhco, mariah aint got sh-t on me
when i retire i’ll be spittin baby food on peep-
le it at san ceedrow ranch huddled up next to a em with h-llo kitty on slippers on humpin her
legs
you ever had your cap peeled back? or your sh-t pushed in?
i’ll put my blade in you like a f-ckin pin cushin
slice your ear clear off, schmirnoff and hen dawg (hennessy)
i’ll show you how to f-ckin kill a man like sin-dog
n-body 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’ f-ck you up wit’ him
you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge marksberg to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after that sh-ll hit ya vest
fear me like you fear god ’cause i bring death
silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle
i’m the strongest around, you know how i get down
i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin’ to buy guns from the n-gg- that look to
so what they got bodies on ’em they still look new
you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin’
when i raise my knife, sh-t i’m finna cut somethin
they say i walk like ron o’neil and talk like obie (obie trice)
if the b-tch think i love her, well then the b-tch don’t know me
haha, sorry kim (eminem’s ex wife)
eminem:
s-s-shady records, you better believe the hype is real…
‘yeah! yeah! shots to soul -ssasins! dj mugz… alchemist…
chorus:
n-gg-s know what i’m about out here
i don’t toot my own h-rn ’cause i don’t have to
you can run your own mouth, i don’t care
if you get too close i’m gon’ clap you
it’s too real out here, to be scared
a real n-gg- gon’ do whatever he has to
a man is the last thing you should fear
it aint considered a crim unless they catch you
we all die 1 day…
obie trice:
n-gg-s, when i step up in the bar, f-ggots’s wanna look
like you m-th-f-ckas got obie trice shook
like i’ma stand here as a man
and let some queer–ss funny lookin n-gg- get the upper hand
i got issues… got no time
got guns than more n-gg-s moms
shoot up clubs and destroy n-gg-s rides
everybody runnin’ for they m-th-f-ckin lives
tough club n-gg-s? we leave early
c-ck back shirley, open up ya fade
your gray brain needs motor city paid
your nervous system still twitch on days; these
ho’s and animals ?’s get merked
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you slugs don’t hurt
don’t ever let a n-gg- tell you ‘play the ball hard’
trust in god ’cause you’s about to have a bullet scar
i give a f-ck where you from, who you be with
keep this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 that’ll lite n-gg-s up
and this .45 high make me not give a f-ck
chorus:
lloyd banks:
but as long as i’m here i’m gon’ grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
poverty’ll make ya -ss bet
my words touch n-gg-s in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
they say you live by the gun, you die by the next n-gg- gun
if thats the case, then get a bigger one
you dont think i pack the ‘b-mp’ ’cause 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 cl-ss, you aint ever got a tv on your plane
ssh, be easy on my name
’cause 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
and if you roll wit em
we gon’ f-ck you up wit ’em
i got too much momentum
movin in my direction to lose
my shoes’ll explode as soon as you go to step in ’em -boom!-
you know how we do it when we do how we do it
and we come through, g-unit d one two (d12) and obie we all move
like -ssasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, disaster comes
faster than you can react to it, just ask marx
we are fizzast, f-ck your little b-tch as up
we are not killas, my vato will have you shot though
drag the little body on f-ck like kim osario’s
little sorry-o -ss, go ask b-real
we burn source coovers like f-ckin cyrpress hill
then in the ninties when you was in diapers still
shady records, you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, i don’t smoke, but i toke
enough second hand to make my f-ckin p.o. choke
i’m an o.g. you’re f-ckin wit a g.i. joe
bia bia, mia-mia you livin la vida a loc?
i’m a psyhco, mariah aint got sh-t on me
when i retire i’ll be spittin baby food on peep-
le it at san ceedrow ranch huddled up next to a em with h-llo kitty on slippers on humpin her
legs
you ever had your cap peeled back? or your sh-t pushed in?
i’ll put my blade in you like a f-ckin pin cushin
slice your ear clear off, schmirnoff and hen dawg (hennessy)
i’ll show you how to f-ckin kill a man like sin-dog
n-body 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’ f-ck you up wit’ him
you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge marksberg to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after that sh-ll hit ya vest
fear me like you fear god ’cause i bring death
silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle
i’m the strongest around, you know how i get down
i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin’ to buy guns from the n-gg- that look to
so what they got bodies on ’em they still look new
you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin’
when i raise my knife, sh-t i’m finna cut somethin
they say i walk like ron o’neil and talk like obie (obie trice)
if the b-tch think i love her, well then the b-tch don’t know me
haha, sorry kim (eminem’s ex wife)
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