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(Obie Trice, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his, Kuniva, Stat Quo) [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady, Shady [Intro: Obie Trice] OOOOOOOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX {"Cryyyy"} Back nigga (dry ya face nigga) "Second Round's on Me" (get it together) Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Obie Trice] Niggaz didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone (yeah) Can't, peel my cap back, I'm never at home (ha!) I'm somewhere, with my shaft restin on a hoe's tongue (word) Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newborns Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes (nigga!) He probably somewhere, sippin on a stoop, huh? Sippin on a brew, plottin to pop me later huh? (haha) When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner When courage make him turn performer I transform into Uma Therman, a dude's version Verses lettin a 'perfluous nigga with no purpose (woo!) Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right) Letras de cancionesYet, you tried to murder this nigga that's comin from the same turf as you's (NIGGA) what nerve of you's (NIGGA) Pissed cause your hustles ain't worth a shit (NIGGA!) I'm gettin rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig? With a bitch you in the trenches tryin to reach it big (ah-ha!) On another rapper's dick who don't represent where you live (DUMMY!) Know you're annoyed but don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda nigga, not an Accord (woo) I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford (woo) And yep, it's probably ease when a nigga is on board [Chorus: Obie Trice] {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Nigga cry now [Kuniva] I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him The city where the weak survive and the strong die Where beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst - and what can be worse than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse, niggaz frontin for a bitch It's like you beggin to die like bear huntin with a switch A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggaz lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today {"Cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now"} [Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga Laugh now, cry never, my beretta is a body part Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art Now I feel like we even See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggaz this evenin Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggaz, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga The doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine nigga [Eminem] Ca$his! [Ca$his] Witness the art of war, in the physical (geah!) Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical (uhh c'mon) And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction (what?) Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you My aura awards raw to the core and the surface of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose is to move up, pull towards you purp'in Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia I'm prayin to Proof, I'm +Searching for Jerry Garcia+ Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D I'm totin the K, at hawk niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques My contract's signed just for scraps to get you wacked Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga I'm born crazed deranged and more famous than clappin down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah [Chorus] [Stat Quo] Young Stat keep the gat on tuck Want war, I don't give a fuck Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float The result is your family heartbroke (YEA!) Lookin like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggaz Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me Obnoxious, broads call me cocky Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize the plan, no man can stop me Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you COPY? You COPY? [Chorus] {*sound of radio changing stations*} [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady! {"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"} [Eminem] It's "The Re-Up!" {*echoes*} From Letras Mania