Shady, Shady, Shady
O-Mix ("Cry")
Back, nigga (Dry ya face, nigga)
"Second Round's on Me" (Get it together)
Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin' nowhere)
Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) What!?
Niggas didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone
Can't, peel my cap back, I'm never at home
I'm somewhere, with my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue
Sippin Dom Perignon while she's sippin' up them newborns
Yeah, bet ya hate the news, Holmes
He probably somewhere, sippin on a stoop, huh?
Sippin on a brew, plottin' to pop me later, huh?
When will a hater learn I'm 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 Thurman, a dude's version
Verses lettin a 'perfluous nigga with no purpose
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop, watch out my services
Yet, you tried to murder this nigga that's comin' from the same turf as you's (Nigga)
What nerve of you's (Nigga)
Pissed 'cause your hustles ain't worth a shit, nigga
I'm gettin rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig?
With a bitch, you in the trenches tryna reach it big
On another rapper's dick who don't represent where you live
Know you're annoyed but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda, nigga, not an Accord
I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford
And, yep, it's probably E's but a nigga is on board
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Nigga, cry now)
I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me
I'll 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, niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's 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, it'll 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 one's home, hit and ricochet
Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggas 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
Cry now (Yeah, Obie)
Cry now (They gotta fuck with us this time, my nigga)
Cry now (B-G-O-V, uh)
Cry now (Bobby Creek, nigga)
Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part
Hit 'em 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 niggas this evening
Soon as I get my come-up right on them zeros, I'm leavin'
Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes, I'm cheesin'
Shit, they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I'm 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 niggas, and grab pine, you would never grab mine, nigga
The doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine, nigga (Ca$his!)
Witness the art of war in the physical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if I'm never dissing 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 purp'in'
Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin to Proof, I'm Searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin the K, at hawk niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot, then second round's on me
And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques
My contract's signed just for scratch 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?
I'm born crazed, deranged and more famous
Than clapping down bangers meant for entertainment, yeah
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Nigga, cry now)
Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't give a fuck, shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me, you'll float
The result is your family heartbroke
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
God shill us, from backstabbers and gold diggers
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
I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy? You copy?
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Cry now)
Cry now (Nigga, cry now)
Shady, Shady!
(A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
It's The Re-Up!