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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 Im gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna 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 look like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna 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 motherfucking 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 hoes and animals skirts get murked 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 it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar Letras de cancionesI give a fuck where you from who you be with 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 gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' 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 the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's black and junk I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that like Mike, Bird, Magic and them out in Dallas in a palace where the marriage is from living lavash, I'm established, so the carriage will come I'm in the clouds you won't see me on the train I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name, cause I don't going back and forth your boss and your captain's soft Chorus (Eminem) We gonna 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 too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna 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 (BROOM) 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 assassins ski masks and gloves consider this as a warning disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs but we are fizzast? Fuck your litte bitch ass up we are not killers, my vato will have you shot though drag through the body on fuck, like Kim Osario's litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill did in the 90s, 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 B.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 aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs you ever had your cap pealed back or your shit pushed in I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dogg 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 deez 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 Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it we'll hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossberg to pump up your chest have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest fear me like you fear god cause I bring death Silver Back guerrilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around you know how I get down I watch gansta flicks and root for the badguy and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy 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 something when I raise my knife shit I'm fending to cut something 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 haha) Chorus (Eminem) Souls Assasins y'all What up Muggs? (DJ Muggs) What up Em? (Eminem) We outta here... (Grazie a Crash per questo testo) From Letras Mania