Lyrics:
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-unit
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath the Dreamteam
We got to get the get-well cards (yeah)
Niggas is sick (Ha ha ha)
Feel this (Nonstop)
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
waiting for
Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you, baby
Yo Eminem, show these motherfuckers what time it is, baby
I used to be
never copped a mask
Been two-steppin' since Jay-Z was
Yellin' "Holla back"
Produced records for Shady
But never got the plaque
What I will retort is
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record
it's all I gotta say
Yeah, never mind singing about police on your back
You're a shady geezer looking for a snack
You might think someone's cool,
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
record 'em, to try and thwart him
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades
I`ve been born and raise from 80`s
Some been a blaze some been shady
I've been born and raise from 80`s
Some been a blaze some been shady
I see
gangstas all with your ladies
You better go get your mace 'cause Shady said so
You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face
That's how
you're making records but that guy seems shady"
It could be too late and your career could be played gee
I hope you listen to the things that I'm sharing
Shady
Konvict
Upfront
I feel you creepin'
I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
chicka-blaow
Shady niggas hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
And the record label trynna recoup
I want it right now, give me my fucking shit,
of rawness like Inspecta Deckta
Eldest rather set they specs on Mason Betha
Slept on my records
If you knew my musics hanibal lecta
What the hell you callin'
blazin' out your speaker
So never say never 'cause Shady Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc (and Shady)
No
done brought the fuckin' bun back
Niggas shady, damn, bring the sun back
Beat crazy, damn, bring the drums back
This yo' city, nigga. Damn, how I run
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Where do I begin
Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend
I had to learn that shit the hard
the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him
[E-40]
Trying to make it
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
Oh! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I
hang wit fellas, 'cause they started gettin' shady
I'd always be wit my girl and ya could her my lady
I love the wedlock, what up, not going to front
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X]
Take a look in my life and see what I see..
[Yo Gotti]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7
shady vista, segshaw
ya stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
Its hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight
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