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Git Up

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin

[Swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.

[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that you stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A Indian N****, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

[Chorus]
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Loyalty
(feat. Obie Trice)

[Eminem-intro]
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' tell them so. . .

[Swifty McVay]
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'

[Chorus x2]

[Kon Artis]
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you

[Bizarre]
I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .

[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna' be an exeption
That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

[Chorus x2]

[Proof]
Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a liecense to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

[Chorus x2]

[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police
Muthafucka'

[Chorus x2]

[Kon Artis-outro]
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself
'Cuz we always together
You know what i'm sayin . .
Y'all *****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo' mamma at *****?
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Just Like U

Daddy?

[Chorus x4:]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do

[Verse one - Bizarre]
Son, you don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister, she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)

[Chorus x4]

[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)

[Chorus x8]

[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.
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I'll Be Damned

[Intro: Proof]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, let's go!

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.

[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman.
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.

[Chorus]

[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing clear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.

[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.

[Chorus]
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Dude (Skit)

[Kuniva]
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
[Bizarre]
I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
[Kuniva]
Hell yea man let go ahead
[Bizarre]
He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit..
[Kuniva]
I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin.
[Bizarre]
Wassup dawg?
[Security Guard]
Big Proof baby, sup Swifty.
[Bizarre]
Proof? I'm Bizarre.
[Kuniva]
Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg.
[Security]
Was goin' on?
[Bizarre]
I need to holla at my man about some studio time
[Security Guard]
Well he in there trying to unwind right now.
[Kuniva]
Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me.
What you say?
[Bizarre]
Tryin' to unwinded?
[Security Guard]
Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we trying to get some food and shit.
[Bizarre]
There some steak up in there dawg.
[Security Guard]
D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom…
round that way.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we know
[Bizarre]
You tryin' to be funny dawg?
We a group we all together dawg.
Why don't you go holla at him
and tell we out here and then see..
tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here..
And Kuniva please.
Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka
[Security]
Yo Em!
[Em]
What dude?!
[Security]
I got bizarre and..wats your name again cuz.
[Kuniva]
Man fuck you!
Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the
wind and shit.
Ay Em was sup dawg?!!
[Em]
Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude.

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My Band

[Intro]
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady.
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [x6]
Roxanne
My band [x2]

[Verse 2 - Swift]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back

[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say somethin
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

[Verse 4 - Proof]
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)

[Verse 5 - Bizarre]
Goddammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who's D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
and it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)
Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My Band [Repeated 9x]

[Outro]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance
My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa...
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)

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U R The One

[Kon Artis - Chorus]
Now out of all the women in the place,
you got me starin' at your pretty face.
And with that body I could truly say that
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips,
shakin' your ass off in my dick.
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause
u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do.

[Swift]
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm ?,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.

[Bizarre]
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll write just the buffet, my publics check then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.

[Chorus]

[Proof]
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face.
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to ?.
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist,
built like a stallion, you belong in a race.
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place.
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait.
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates.
Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't walkin' straight.
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.

[Kuniva]
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
(Gets angrier)
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
add in to a sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stankin' ass OK?

[Chorus]
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6 In The Morning

[Intro: Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Verse 2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life

[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
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How Come

[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me

[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you

[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' i went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Proof]

You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.

[Chorus]
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Leave Dat Boy Alone

[Chorus: Eminem]
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin

I said leave dat boy alone
Cuz yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone

[Bridge x2]

Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin

[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
When i'm in my vehicle i'm pullin you in
I gaurantee the world will never see you again

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain somethin to ya
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, i dont play deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
If you can't feel it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner)
Plus you know i'm too violent, to be out with you whilin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
No time for the wild ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Outro]
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death

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