Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right... I.. I owe you for this one
Eminem: They think they crazy But they ain't crazy lets face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit Spray umh 50 (gun shots) A to K get in the way I bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem You stayin wit me Don't let me lose you I'm not tryin to confuse you When I let lose wit this oozee And just shoot through you Izuzu You get the message Am I gettin through to you You know it's comin You motherfuckers dont even kno do you Take some BIG and some PAC And you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little bit Yellow Top What the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers Tied up in a knot The Jebanauds of this rap shit Like it or not it's like a fight to the top To see who die for the spot You put your life in this Nothin like survivng a shot Y'all know what time it is Soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats Cause I get alot Shady Records was 80 seconds Away from the towers Them cowards fucked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children Their Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier Your now about to witness the power Fuck umh!
50 cent:The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh) Shit I aint even got to try to shine God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain I got scribtures in my brain (ay It's 50) You see a nigga laid out Wit his fuckin top blown off (It's 50, Man that was'nt 50) They don't holla my name You should'nt throw stones If you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw You should watch your mouth Cause I'll break your face Have you ass runnin Mumbling to the check Your going against me dogg You makin a mistake I split yo lip You lookin like them Michael Jack-Son Jackets Wit all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat You can call me Skipper The way I turn the money over You should call me Flipper Your Bitch a regular Bitch Your callin her Wifey I fucked her feed her fast food You keepin' her Icee I'm down to sell records But not my soul Snoop said this in '94 "We don't love them ho's" I got pennies for my dogs Now I'm rich See the 20's spinnin' Lookin mean on the 6 Nigga's wearin flags Cause the colors match they clothes The get caught in the wrong hood
Lil Wayne: God Damn Nix gonna hit a nigga in his head with this one I'm a paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See you fucking with the boy with two toys way before Christmas No assistance just that persistance with that commitment if I don't get it somebody gonna die tonight I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne and if the kid ain't right then let me die on this song See I be riding just riding alone With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding How the hell you ain't here to see a prince do his thing somtimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king Shall be So I be who I be That's me That's Weezy F Baby and Please say the motherfucking So I be who I be that's me That's Weezy F Baby and Please say the motherfucking
(Hook) Baby you gotta know I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you and we eating so bitch why the fuck is you trippin' I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then I won't budge won't budge No I won't budge no Lord Money is the motivation Facing the avenue Back touching the wall Got the weed got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Dad)Hop in that thing and merk off Swerve off You know me they call me birdman junior Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the Oprah