CHORUS [Lloyd Banks] Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but 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 ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Obie Trice] Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna loot Like you mo'fuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms Shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes Everybody running for their motherfuckin' lives Tough club niggas, we leave early Cock back surely Open up your fade Your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z O's an amimal, skirt's get mirked Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in God, 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be wit' Keep this a secret, right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 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 giraff necks Poverty'll make your ass bet, on words Touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents' They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigger one You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood That's a stereotype, like everybody that's black and junk I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done Got rings like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavash, I'm established, so the cabbager come I'm in the clouds you don't see me on a train I travel first class you ain't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't goin' back and forth Your boss and your captain's soft Chorus [Eminem] 'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it You want it? You gonna get it Man we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out {*spit*} Too much venom and if you role with 'em we gon' fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin' in my direction to lose My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM) You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 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 Muggs But we are fizast Fuck your litte bitch ass up We are not killers, my vato will have you shot though dragged through the barrio on fuck, like Kim Osario Litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B-Real We burn Source covers like fuckin' Cypress Hill did in the 90's 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 OG, you're fuckin' with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me When I retire I'll be spittin' baby food on people A tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cat pealed back or your shit pushed in? I put my blade in your like a fuckin' pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fuckin' man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that I'm loco essay? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm Slim Sha...dy and the "d" is for these nuts And you can get each one for free so feast up I pee in a cup for three months I'm having an E party for easter please come, 'cause we gon' [50 Cent] We gon' bring it to anybody who want it You want it? You gonna get it Man we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out {*spit*} Too much venom and if you role with 'em we gon' fuck you up with 'em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossbert to pump up your chest Have you gasping for breath after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down I watch gansta flicks and root for the bad guy Turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new You can raise your voice like you fending to touch somethin' When I raise my knife shit I'm fending to cut somethin' See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me (Haha sorry Kim) [Eminem] (Haha oh sorry ohhh) Chorus [Eminem] Souls Assasins y'all What up Muggs? [DJ Muggs] What up Em? [Eminem] We outta here