eminem feat. 50 cent - the re-up | Текст песни

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[50 Cent]
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady!

[Eminem]
There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it's the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again it's the, illest and realest killas
the most villainous, Dre protégé, Shady apprentice

Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's
not over till we say it's finished
and G Unit spinners will keep spinnin' this is Hip Hop when it's in it's

Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' those pins in us
Thick as his skin is, or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is

And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
He's already reconciled with his [ex], a chainsaw and an axe

Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck
While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack

Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad
I've gone mad, my comrade Dre's the automatic
He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track

In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that
Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass!

50 Cent...

[50 Cent]
Nah, Em tell 'em to kiss my black ass
to clean parts, to shitty parts, my bullet wounds
my beauty marks, the Fif'll tell you're ass apart
A game in this game, crush a motherfuckers free start

Shady paid me, Shady crazy, 50 crazy rich, bitch
Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick
Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on
D (?) searching the whip, glad I left the mac home
Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows

If I can whip the kick to spit sicker 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
E'ryday Dre day, front and cause a maylay

Turn the town upside down, with a frown upside down
I smile through summan' fowl, and watch my money pile
I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you stripped fats
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back!


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