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Eminem - The Re-Up lyrics
f/ 50 Cent [Eminem] (Beatboxing) Yeah, we should do something like that... [Hook - 50 Cent] Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! [Verse 1 - Eminem] There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the business Once again its the, illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heros Do you want losers or winners, This music is in us, and it's Not over 'till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop point entertainment Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' them pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his weak is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next He's already reconciled with a tears of jeans on and axe Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad I've gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass! (50 Cent!) [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif'll tell you're ass apart! A came in this game, crush a motherfuckers from tha start Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on D's searching the whip, glad I left the mac home Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows You're rockin with the kid that spit sicka sick flows I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it E'eryday Dre day, front and cause a maylay Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down I smile do sumthin' fowl, and watch my money pile I'm fuckin' with straight stacks, I'm kickin' you strict facts I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back! [Hook - 50 Cent] (Eminem) Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Go 'head, funky funk up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, I hit yo' ass up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! (Yeah!) Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, (It's the Re-Up!) |
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