[Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady, Shady
[Intro: Obie Trice]
OOOOOOOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX {"Cryyyy"}
Back nigga (dry ya face nigga)
"Second Roundīs on Me" (get it together)
Kuniva, Ca$his (I ainīt goin nowhere)
Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT!
[Obie Trice]
Niggaz didnīt kill me, now a niggaīs gone (yeah)
Canīt, peel my cap back, Iīm never at home (ha!)
Iīm somewhere, with my shaft restin on a hoeīs 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 Iīm 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 dudeīs version
Verses lettin a īperfluous nigga with no purpose (woo!)
Continue to walk this earthīs surface
I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (thatīs right)
Yet, you tried to murder this nigga thatīs comin
from the same turf as youīs (NIGGA) what nerve of youīs (NIGGA)
Pissed cause your hustles ainīt worth a shit (NIGGA!)
Iīm gettin rich, Iīm on my way to Hugh Hefnerīs, dig?
With a bitch you in the trenches tryin to reach it big (ah-ha!)
On another rapperīs dick who donīt represent where you live (DUMMY!)
Know youīre annoyed but donīt make the mistake
Iīm state to state in that Honda nigga, not an Accord (woo)
Iīm in that Honda G4 you would never afford (woo)
And yep, itīs 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]
Iīll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me
Iīll 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
Itīs 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, itīll 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 oneīs home, hit and ricochet
Off a kidīs 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 īem 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 Iīm right on them zeros Iīm leavin
Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes Iīm 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 gonī be fine nigga
[Eminem] Ca$his!
[Ca$his]
Witness the art of war, in the physical (geah!)
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical (uhh cīmon)
And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction (what?)
Ready to throw clips if, Iīm 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 purpīin
Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
Iīm prayin to Proof, Iīm ??? for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
Iīm totin the K, at hawk niggaz waitin on me
You take the first shot then, ?? Roundīs on Me
And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I donīt rap for the plaques
My contractīs 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
Iīm 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 donīt give a fuck
Shot ītil you kiss, pucker up
Itīll lift him up, believe me youīll 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
Iīm the shit, the only one who ainīt 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] Itīs "The Re-Up!" [echoes]
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