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{Eminem}

boom boom cha
boom boom cha
boom boom cha
boom boom cha
boom boom cha
boom boom cha
boom boom cha
we should do somethin like dat

yea

{background}
yea thats whats up
..shady

{Eminem}
Theres never been this much of a menace
in this game this is
and its the most sinister duo in the business once again its the most illest and realist killers and the most villainous
Dre protégé- shady apprentice
drop them zeros and get wit these heroes.
Do you want losers or winners?
This music is in us.
And its not over till we say its finished
Them G-Unit spinners that keep spinning
this is hip~hop point attendance
truest form the greatest haters all of us.
Make Vu~Du dolls of is and keep stickin them pins in us.
Thick as this skin is
All shorty's is wicked
Ta trick us to be able to walk as big as this dick is.
And as sick as this music is
or was
still is
what ever
For ever He well be the illest.
Ta shizzock what the world what ta do next.
He's already reconciled
and he has a chainsaw and an ax
ta jump up on her desk
strangling the neck
while we had sex
while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the Facts
Bring Shady on back.
The maniac of rap
devil a baby on crack.
Resurrect? i never left baby I'm bad
i've gone mad
And i comrade Dre automatically
They says I'm broke.
Ta fix I'm way beyond that.
I maybe off drugs but its made me off track
In fact this rite here very well could be the last rap i ever do spit
i never do shit thats that.
Fuck it i quit suck on a dick
JACKASS!
I'm done with this wake ass rap
Kiss my black ass.

..50 CENT!

{50 cent}

Naw Em tell em ta kiss my black ass
The clean parts
The Shitty parts
The bullet wounds
The beauty marks
The fif well tear your ass apart.
I came in this game
Crushin mothafuckas from the start.
Shady Paid me
Shady Crazy
50 crazy rich BITCH.
Different day
nothing change
same shit trick
teplong rap on
in case i get clapped on
P searchin the wip
glad i left the mac home
still grinding
Shell shining.
Nigga lord knows!!
You Rockin wit the kid u spit
sick-a-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,
A day Dre day
Found a course of melee
Turn a town up side down
With a frown up side down.
I smile thou summin fowl
And watch the money pile
I'm fucking wit straight stats
I'm kick you straight facts
I hit you wit my bag and have it pumping and bring me mine rite back
now


boom boom cha
boom ba boom cha
boom boom cha
go head fucky fuck up

boom boom cha
boom ba boom cha
boom boom cha
yea thats what up
now

boom boom cha
boom ba boom cha
boom boom cha
Ill hit yo ass up

boom boom cha
boom ba boom cha
boom boom cha
yea thats whats up
YEA!!

{Eminem}

boom boom cha
boom ba boom cha
boom boom cha
IT'S THE RE-UP!!

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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC

Songwriters: MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / RESTO, LUIS EDGARDO / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL A. / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL