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Shady
Old mix
Back ni**a
Second rounds on me
Kuniva
Cashis
Stat quo
Bobby creekwater
Obie trice
What
Niggas didn't kill me
Now a niggas going get
Peel my cap back
I'm never at home
I'm somewhere
With my shaft resting on a hoe's tongue
Sipping down perignon
While she's sipping up their newborns
Yeah bet you hate the news holmes niggs
You probably somewhere
Sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on the brew
Plottin' to pop me later huh
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 them turn performer
I transform into uma thurman
A dude's version
Verses lettin' superfulious ni**a
With no purpose
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop
Branch out my services
Yeah you try to murder this ni**a
That's coming from the same turf as yas ni**a
What nerves have yas ni**a
Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a sh*t ni**a
I'm getting rich
I'm on my way to hugh hefner's
Dig
With a b**ch
You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's dick
Who don't represent where you live
Enjoy me
Know you annoyed
But don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that honda ni**a
Not an accord
I'm in that honda g4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably ease when a ni**a is on board
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Ni**a cry now
I'll be damned if I let a ni**a lay his hands on me
I'll lay his a** out
And park a grand damn on him
The city where the weak survive
And the strong die
Where beef collides
Shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy
I did not 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
Niggas frontin' for a b**ch
It's like you beggin' to die
Like bear huntin' with a switch
A part of my heart is gone
I could 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 the biscuit will exceed the distance
And bounce off one's home
Hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone
Right to where you niggas lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
Yall shed tears
But yall can get your feel of it today
Cry now yeah
Obie they gotta f**k with us this time ni**a
Cry now
Bobby creek cry now
Ni**a
Laugh now
Cry never
My berreta is a body part
Hit him with just enough shots
To make his body hard
Now I feel like we even
See creek is here to shine a light on you niggas
Diseasin'
Soon as I get my karma right on zeros
I'm leavin'
Load up a clip
And make it dark on them heroes cheesin'
Sh*t they got snitches on the clock
Gotta watch what I'm sayin'
Me buy a b**ch a couple rocks
And a watch quit playing
Back on my greasy
My neezy
Nobody bread whipping
And for them f**kin' spectators
I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas
And grab pine
You will never grab mine ni**a
The docta was lying
When he said you'll be fine ni**a
Cashis
Witness art of war
In the phyical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from cash mouth is fixin'
Ready with d**e clips
I'm never dissin' u
My aura of war is raw to the core
The surface of the street
When I walk through the door
My purpose is to move up
Pull tools
You perpin'
Watch me overthrow the government
In my turban
Plot up and line up
Solo mia
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
And hopin' niggas waiting on me
Take the first shot then
The second rounds on me
And when the wars on the other side
Me and my brother ride
How rap for the plaques
My contracts signed just for scraps
To get you wack ni**a
With a gun with a shank with a bat
Take a slug through the lung
Get you right what you rappin' ni**a
I'm born crazy raised I'm more famous
It's the clappin' down bangers
It's for entertainment
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Ni**a cry now
Young stat he the gat
On tuck
Want war
I don't give a f**k
Shot till you kiss
And pucker up
It'll lift them up
Believe me you'll flow
The result is your family heart broke
Looking' like an artichoke
Vegetable
Hoe's stiff
Ni**a paralyzed from the neck down
My goon stick niggas
Turn soldiers to stick figures
Hand on triggers
Real life born killers
We roll out like four wheelers
God sent us
From backstabbers and gold diggers
Tipsy off brown liquor
Watch me
Obnoxious
Broads call me cocky
Poppi long dick
Stabbed it out the box like hockey
Especially when a b**ch ride it like jockey
From the benz to the range to the black joloppy
I'm the sh*t
The only one who ain't heard is foxy
Formalize a plan
No man can stop me
Boss hog
Stat quo
Understand
You copy
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Cry now
Ni**a cry now
Shady east toria
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