Shady Records Mob Squad Lyrics

Eminem:

S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...

'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins.

Chorus:

Niggas know what i'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to

You can run your own mouth, i don't care

If you get too close i'm gon' clap you

it's too real out here, to be scared

A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

it aint considered a crim unless they catch you

We all die 1 day...

Obie Trice:

Niggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look

Like you muthaf**kas got Obie Trice shook

Like i'ma stand here as a man

and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper hand

I got issues... got no time

Got guns than more niggas moms

Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas rides

Everybody runnin' for they muthaf**kin lives

Tough Club niggas? we leave early

Cock back shirley, open up ya fade

your gray brain needs motor city paid

Your nervous system still twitch on days; these

ho's and animals ?'s get merked

don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt

don't ever let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'

Trust in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar

I give a f**k where you from, who you be with

Keep this a secret, right by the nuts

a .45 that'll lite niggas up

and this .45 high make me not give a f**k

Chorus:

Lloyd Banks:

But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks

And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks

Poverty'll make ya ass bet

My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet

They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun

if thats the case, then get a bigger one

You dont think i pack the 'bump' 'cause i'm out the hood

that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump

i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done

got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them

I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from

Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come

I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train

I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane

ssh, be easy on my name

'cause i aint goin bank n forth

your boss and ya captains's soft

Chorus:

Eminem:

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

you want it? you gon' get it

Man when we gon' hit 'em

chew 'em up and spit 'em out

too much venom

and if you roll wit em

we gon' f**k you up wit 'em

i got too much momentum

movin in my direction to lose

my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*

You know how we do it when we do how we do it

and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move

like assasins, ski masks and gloves

consider this as a warning, disaster comes

faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx

we are fizzast, f**k your little bitch as up

We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though

drag the little body on f**k like kim osario's

little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real

We burn Source coovers like f**kin Cyrpress Hill

then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still

Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real

This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke

enough second hand to make my f**kin P.O. choke

I'm an O.G. you're f**kin wit a G.I. Joe

BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?

i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me

when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-

le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her

legs

you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit pushed in?

I'll put my blade in you like a f**kin pin cushin

slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)

I'll show you how to f**kin kill a man like Sin-dog

Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?

I lack every sane chemical in my membrane

I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts

and you can get each one for free so feast up

i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party

for easter, please come

50 Cent:

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

you want it? you gon' get it

your name up over him, chew him up

and spit him out

too much venom

and if you roll wit' him we gon' f**k you up wit' him

you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest

i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest

have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest

fear me like you fear God 'cause i bring death

silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle

i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down

i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy

turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies

if you tryin' to buy guns from the nigga that look to

so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new

you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'

when i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin

they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)

if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me

haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)
Eminem - Shady Records Mob Squad - http://motolyrics.com/eminem/shady-records-mob-squad-lyrics.html
Eminem:

S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real...

'Yeah! Yeah! Shots to Soul Assasins! DJ MUGZ... Alchemist...

Chorus:

Niggas know what i'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to

You can run your own mouth, i don't care

If you get too close i'm gon' clap you

it's too real out here, to be scared

A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

it aint considered a crim unless they catch you

We all die 1 day...

Obie Trice:

Niggas, when i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look

Like you muthaf**kas got Obie Trice shook

Like i'ma stand here as a man

and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper hand

I got issues... got no time

Got guns than more niggas moms

Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas rides

Everybody runnin' for they muthaf**kin lives

Tough Club niggas? we leave early

Cock back shirley, open up ya fade

your gray brain needs motor city paid

Your nervous system still twitch on days; these

ho's and animals ?'s get merked

don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt

don't ever let a nigga tell you 'play the ball hard'

Trust in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar

I give a f**k where you from, who you be with

Keep this a secret, right by the nuts

a .45 that'll lite niggas up

and this .45 high make me not give a f**k

Chorus:

Lloyd Banks:

But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks

And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks

Poverty'll make ya ass bet

My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet

They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun

if thats the case, then get a bigger one

You dont think i pack the 'bump' 'cause i'm out the hood

that's a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump

i'm in a white mink, the fabric is done

got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them

I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from

Living lavish i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come

I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a train

I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane

ssh, be easy on my name

'cause i aint goin bank n forth

your boss and ya captains's soft

Chorus:

Eminem:

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

you want it? you gon' get it

Man when we gon' hit 'em

chew 'em up and spit 'em out

too much venom

and if you roll wit em

we gon' f**k you up wit 'em

i got too much momentum

movin in my direction to lose

my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*

You know how we do it when we do how we do it

and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and Obie we all move

like assasins, ski masks and gloves

consider this as a warning, disaster comes

faster than you can react to it, just ask Marx

we are fizzast, f**k your little bitch as up

We are not killas, my vato will have you shot though

drag the little body on f**k like kim osario's

little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real

We burn Source coovers like f**kin Cyrpress Hill

then in the Ninties when you was in diapers still

Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real

This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i toke

enough second hand to make my f**kin P.O. choke

I'm an O.G. you're f**kin wit a G.I. Joe

BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a loc?

i'm a psyhco, mariah aint got shit on me

when i retire i'll be spittin baby food on peep-

le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her

legs

you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit pushed in?

I'll put my blade in you like a f**kin pin cushin

slice your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)

I'll show you how to f**kin kill a man like Sin-dog

Nobody told you that i'm loco esse?

I lack every sane chemical in my membrane

I'm Slim Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts

and you can get each one for free so feast up

i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E party

for easter, please come

50 Cent:

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

you want it? you gon' get it

your name up over him, chew him up

and spit him out

too much venom

and if you roll wit' him we gon' f**k you up wit' him

you can do all them push ups to pump up ya chest

i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya chest

have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest

fear me like you fear God 'cause i bring death

silver back gorilla in the concrete jungle

i'm the strongest around, you know how i get down

i watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy

turn it off before it ends because the bad guy dies

if you tryin' to buy guns from the nigga that look to

so what they got bodies on 'em they still look new

you can raise your voice like you finna touch somethin'

when i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin

they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)

if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me

haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife)