We All Die One Day

CHORUS [Lloyd Banks]

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 mouth I don't care

but 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 ain't considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day

[Obie Trice]

Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna loot

Like you mo'fuckers got Obie Trice shook

Like I'ma stand here as a man

and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand

I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms

Shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes

Everybody running for their motherfuckin' lives

Tough club niggas, we leave early

Cock back surely

Open up your fade

Your grey brain meets motor city pave

Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z

O's an amimal, skirt's get mirked

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

Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard

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

I give a fuck where you from who you be wit'

Keep this a secret, right by the nuts

A 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck

Chorus

[Lloyd Banks]

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

and make my cash stretch longer than giraff necks

Poverty'll make your ass bet, on words

Touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents'

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

if that's the case then get a bigger one

You don't think I pack the pump

'cause I'm out of the hood

That's a stereotype, like everybody that's black and junk

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

Got rings like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them

Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from

Living lavash, I'm established, so the cabbager come

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

I travel first class you ain't even got a TV on your plane

You should be easy on my name

'cause I ain't goin' back and forth

Your boss and your captain's soft

Chorus

[Eminem]

'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it

You want it? You gonna get it

Man we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out {*spit*}

Too much venom and if you role with 'em

we gon' fuck you up with 'em

I got too much momentum movin' in my direction to lose

My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)

You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through

G-Unit, D-1-2 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 Muggs

But we are fizast

Fuck your litte bitch ass up

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

dragged through the barrio on fuck, like Kim Osario

Litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B-Real

We burn Source covers like fuckin' Cypress Hill did in the 90's

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 fuckin P.O. choke

I'm an OG, you're fuckin' with a GI Joe

Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco

I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me

When I retire I'll be spittin' baby food on people

A tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her

with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs

You ever had your cat pealed back or your shit pushed in?

I put my blade in your like a fuckin' pin cushion

Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg

I'll show you how to kill a fuckin' man like Sen Dog

Nobody told you that I'm loco essay?

I lack every sane chemical in my membrane

I'm Slim Sha...dy and the "d" is for these nuts

And you can get each one for free so feast up

I pee in a cup for three months

I'm having an E party for easter please come, 'cause we gon'

[50 Cent]

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

You want it? You gonna get it

Man we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out {*spit*}

Too much venom and if you role with 'em

we gon' fuck you up with 'em

You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest

I got a 12 gauge mossbert to pump up your chest

Have you gasping for breath after that shell hit your vest

Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death

Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle

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

I watch gansta flicks and root for the bad guy

Turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die

If you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to

So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new

You can raise your voice like you fending to touch somethin'

When I raise my knife shit I'm fending to cut somethin'

See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie

If the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me

(Haha sorry Kim)

[Eminem] (Haha oh sorry ohhh)

Chorus

[Eminem] Souls Assasins y'all

What up Muggs?

[DJ Muggs] What up Em?

[Eminem] We outta here