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We all die 1 day Lyricsby Eminem Buy album CD: Other Songs THE - IT THAT WAS THE WORST YOUR A FUCKING MORON HERE IS HOW THE SONG GOES Eminem: S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real... 'Yeah! Yeah! Shots to Soul Assasins! DJ MUGZ... Alchemist... Chorus: Niggas know what i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cuz i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care 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 aint considered a crim unless they catch you We all die 1 day... Obie Trice: Niggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look Like you muthafuckas got Obie Trice shook Like i'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper hand I got issues... got no time Got guns than more niggas moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas rides Everybody runnin' for they muthafuckin lives Tough Club niggas? we leave early Cock back shirley, open up ya fade your gray brain needs motor city paid Your nervous system still twitch on days; these ho's and animals ?'s get merked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard' Trust in God cuz you's about to have a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts a .45 that'll lite niggas up and this .45 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 giraffe necks Poverty'll make ya ass bet My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun if thats the case, then get a bigger one You dont think i pack the 'bump' cuz i'm out the hood that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane ssh, be easy on my name cuz i aint goin bank n forth your boss and ya captains's soft Chorus: Eminem: We gon' bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gon' get it Man when we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and spit 'em out too much venom and if you roll wit em we gon' fuck you up wit 'em i got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!* You know how we do it when we do how we do it and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) 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 Marx we are fizzast, fuck your little bitch as up We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though drag the little body on fuck like kim osario's little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real We burn Source coovers like fuckin Cyrpress Hill then in the Ninties 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 O.G. you're fuckin wit a G.I. Joe BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc? i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep- le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her legs you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit pushed in? I'll put my blade in you like a fuckin pin cushin slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy) I'll show you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog Nobody told you that i'm loco esse? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts and you can get each one for free so feast up i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party for easter, please come 50 Cent: We gon' bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gon' get it your name up over him, chew him up and spit him out too much venom and if you roll wit' him we gon' fuck you up wit' him you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest fear me like you fear God cuz i bring death silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies if you tryin' to buy guns from the nigga that look to so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin' when i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice) if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)
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