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Shit Hits The Fan

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Shit Hits The Fan

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[Dr. Dre]

Yeah

Yo let's bring it

CHORUS [Eminem]

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan

Are you gonna stand and fight like a man

Will you be as hard as you say you are

Are you gonna run and go get your bodyguard

I said what you gonna do when shit hits the fan

Are you gonna stand and fight like a man

And show us you're as hard as you say you are

Are you gonna run and go get your bodyguard

[Dr. Dre]

Niggas is so gangster, niggas is thugs

Niggas'll spend they whole life peddling drugs

Slanging dope, in hopes of one day

being able to own their own label and give the game up

Some niggas came up, some just didn't

It's just the way is

if it ain't minute just isn't?

Some niggas'll get money and pay niggas to back 'em

So they can act up

feel comfortable and rap tough and that's ass backwards

'cause them niggas is just gon' keep comin' back

and that's when extortion happens

It's a struggle to get free

I know how that shit be

You give anything that look legitimately

But you gon' find if you do get in this industry

it's best to do business with me then against me

Niggas get behind mics and ain't even emcees

Niggas get on MTV just to diss me

This shit don't even piss me off

I'm laughing all the way to the bank

watching you saddle life in my Bentley

You niggas ain't even got a car

You're so far under my radar

I don't even know who the fuck you are

I tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin'

I don't even listen to ya shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin'

And media just feeds into these feuds

trying to add fuel to the fire

This little nigga Ja Rule talking about he's gonna slap me

Nigga please, you gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees

I laugh at these magazines when they interview 'em

all they doing is making fake threats to us through 'em

Ya pussy you not Pac I knew 'em

Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin' insult to him

it's too bad we had a fall out before he passed

'cause if he could he see this shit now, he'd be whoopin' your ass

You're talkin' to a pioneer who engineered this shit for nineteen years

Who ya got in ya ears? (Suge)

I ain't even gotta say it, the fans know

Quit trying to be tough nigga, you look like a asshole

Chorus

[Obie Trice]

They say why don't we increase the peace

The only piece to crease is that which deletes ya peeps

'cause niggas run mouths but they don't want streets

till that 4-5 decease ya speech

Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep

coulda reached a peak

now ya left with a horrible leap

I'm trying to be as bleep with my speech as possible

just in case a nigga try to throw me an obstacle

Nigga I'm not boxing you

I'm hospitable

I put you in a hospital that's how I get at you

Let the doc op' on you he don't rid you

You back on them streets

I send another hit at you

This is not a hypocritical issue

I will critical condition ya tissue

Give a fuck if you bring all ten of them wit' you

I throw a extra ten of them missiles

turn gangstas into gentleman fickle

And ever since Eminem dissed you

I swear I see the woman and bitch in you

all this bickering back and forth over who signs who

Curtis pull ya skirt up ya got murdered

Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!

And quit telling all these magazines ya plans

How you gonna slap up my man, ya fictious

Nigga we'll send Stan to come murder ya bitches

Chorus

[Obie Trice]

Hahahahahaha

Yeah! Go out and buy all the gangstas you want nigga

Matter of fact

Go get every gangster from every hood in the United States of America to back you nigga

Ain't nobody riding with you

You can't see that?

You fell off nigga! (Hahahaha)

Damn!

Shady slash Aftermath mothafucka

2003 to infin', yeah!!

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