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

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

Niggas know i'm about out here
I don't my own horn 'cause i don't have to
You can run your own mouth, i don't
If you get too close i'm gon' you
it's too out here, to be scared
A real nigga do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should
it aint considered a unless they catch you
We all die 1 day...

Trice:
Niggas, when i step up in the bar, wanna look
Like you got Obie Trice shook
Like i'ma here as a man
and let some queer-ass lookin nigga get the upper hand
I got issues... got no
Got guns more niggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas
Everybody runnin' for they muthafuckin
Club niggas? we leave early
Cock back shirley, open up ya
your gray needs motor city paid
Your nervous system still on days; these
and animals ?'s get merked
don't ever let a nigga you slugs don't hurt
don't let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'
in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar
I a fuck where you from, who you be with
this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 lite niggas up
and this .45 high make me not a fuck

Lloyd
But as as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks
And make my cash stretch than giraffe necks
Poverty'll ya ass bet
My words niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
if thats the case, then get a one
You dont i pack the 'bump' 'cause i'm out the hood
that's a stereotype, like everybody that's can jump
i'm in a mink, the fabric is done
got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and
I'm out in dallas in a where the Mavericks is from
lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a
I travel first class, you aint got a TV on your plane
ssh, be on my name
i aint goin bank n forth
your boss and ya captains's

We gon' bring it to anybody who it
you it? you gon' get it
Man we gon' hit 'em
chew 'em up and 'em out
too much
and if you wit em
we fuck you up wit 'em
i got too much
in my direction to lose
my shoes'll explode as as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it we do how we do it
and we through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move
assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, comes
than you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, fuck your little as up
We are not killas, my will have you shot though
drag the little body on fuck kim osario's
sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source coovers fuckin Cyrpress Hill
in the Ninties when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you believe the hype is real
is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke
enough hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. fuckin wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a
i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got on me
i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-
le it at San Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her

you ever had your cap peeled back? or your pushed in?
I'll put my blade in you a fuckin pin cushin
slice your ear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog
Nobody you that i'm loco esse?
I every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees
and you can get each one for free so up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm a E party
for easter, come

50
We bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you get it
your name up him, chew him up
and him out
too venom
and if you roll wit' him we fuck you up wit' him
you can do all them ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after shell hit ya vest
fear me you fear God 'cause i bring death
silver back in the concrete jungle
i'm the strongest around, you how i get down
i watch flicks and root for the bad guy
it off before it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin' to buy guns the nigga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still new
you can raise your voice you finna touch somethin'
i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin
they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk obie (obie trice)
if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't me
haha, KIM (eminem's ex wife)

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

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

Niggas what i'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause i have to
You can run own mouth, i don't care
If you get too close i'm clap you
it's too real out here, to be
A real gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last you should fear
it aint considered a crim they catch you
We all die 1 day...

Trice:
Niggas, i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look
Like you got Obie Trice shook
Like i'ma here as a man
and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper
I got issues... got no
Got guns more niggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy rides
Everybody runnin' for muthafuckin lives
Tough niggas? we leave early
Cock shirley, open up ya fade
your gray needs motor city paid
Your nervous still twitch on days; these
and animals ?'s get merked
don't ever let a tell you slugs don't hurt
don't let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'
Trust in God 'cause you's about to have a scar
I give a fuck you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the
a .45 lite niggas up
and this .45 make me not give a fuck

Lloyd
But as long as i'm here i'm grab checks
And make my stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll ya ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish last bet
say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
if thats the case, get a bigger one
You dont think i pack the 'bump' 'cause i'm out the
that's a stereotype, like that's black can jump
i'm in a mink, the fabric is done
got rings Mike, Bird, Magic and them
I'm out in dallas in a where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll
I'm in the clouds, you see me on a train
I travel class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane
ssh, be easy on my
i aint goin bank n forth
your boss and ya soft

We gon' bring it to anybody who it
you want it? you get it
Man we gon' hit 'em
chew 'em up and 'em out
too much
and if you wit em
we gon' you up wit 'em
i got too much
movin in my to lose
my shoes'll explode as as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it we do how we do it
and we through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move
assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, comes
faster you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, fuck your little as up
We are not killas, my vato will you shot though
drag the little on fuck like kim osario's
sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real
We burn coovers like fuckin Cyrpress Hill
then in the Ninties you was in diapers still
Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i
enough hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. you're wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you la vida a loc?
i'm a psyhco, aint got shit on me
when i retire i'll be spittin baby on peep-
le it at San Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her

you ever had your cap peeled back? or shit pushed in?
I'll put my blade in you like a fuckin pin
slice your ear clear off, and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll show you how to fuckin kill a man like
Nobody told you that i'm loco
I lack every sane in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees
and you can get each one for so feast up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E
for easter, please

50
We gon' it to anybody who want it
you want it? you get it
your up over him, chew him up
and him out
too venom
and if you roll wit' him we gon' fuck you up him
you can do all push ups to pump up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge to pump up ya chest
have you gaspin for air after that hit ya vest
fear me like you fear God 'cause i bring
back gorilla in the concrete jungle
i'm the strongest around, you know how i get
i gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off before it because the bad guy dies
if you tryin' to buy from the nigga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still new
you can raise your voice you finna touch somethin'
i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin
they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like (obie trice)
if the bitch think i love her, well then the don't know me
haha, KIM (eminem's ex wife)