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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:00 pm
I get money, i get money, I get I get I get money (50)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money Igot (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
Verse 1:
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it;
for billions, what the f**k?
have a baby by me; baby
be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby comes,
who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this s**t
Southside's up in in this b***h
Yeah i smell like the vault
i used to sell dope
i did play the block
now i play on boats
in the south of France
baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
s**t, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz wit the cigg
i come where you live
ya dig?
Chorus:
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
Verse 2:
You can call this my new s**t
but it aint new tho
i got rid of my old b***h
now i got new hoes
first is was the Benzo
now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
they call me the cake man
the strawberry shake man
i spray the AR
make your whole click breakdance
backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
i was young, i couldnt do good
now i cant do bad
i ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
now ***** why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
i come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like BLAOW
you like my style
ha ha im headin to the bank right now
Chorus:
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
like a teflon Don, but i run New York
when i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
i keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
in the hood if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
round the world if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money I got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money I got
im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money I got
im on my grind,
money I got, money I got
like all the time,
I get money, money I got
tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money I got
ill c**k my 9
dont get outta line,
money I got, money I got
i said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:22 am
"Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks" - Obie Trice
[Intro]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
{*scratches*
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
{*scratches*
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back.. {*Eminem hums*
[Verse One: Eminem]
I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips <******** that, c** on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this s**t's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, ******** YOU DEBBIE!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
[Verse Two: Eminem]
Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells b***h!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my a** {*smak*
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my a**; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt* Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, endin up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
{*bzzt* Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Eminem]
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this s**t, that s**t
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your a** kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded f**, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*
But sometimes the s**t just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me
[Chorus]
{*Eminem sings this twice:
"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*
[Eminem] Kids!
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Xx-THE REAL SLIM SHADY-Xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 3:41 pm
b***h ima kill u u dont wanna ******** wit me u aint nuthin but a slut to me
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 11:30 pm
******** i know that song but i cant ******** think os the lycis i just know the song it "kill you" by eminem
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Xx-THE REAL SLIM SHADY-Xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 5:10 pm
There they go, back in stadiums,
as Shady spits his flow,
nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic yo,
we can make them look like boso’s,
he’s wondering if he should spit this slow,
f-ck no go for broke,
his cup just runneth over oh no
he aint had a buzz like this since the last time he overdosed,
they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,
back into the game and they know,
rap will never be the same as before,
bashing in the brains of these hoes,
and establishing a name as he goes,
the passion and the flame is ignited,
you can’t put it out once we light it,
this sh-t is exactly what the f-ck i’m talking about when we riot,
you dealin with a few true villians
whose staying inside of the booth truth spillin,
and spit true feelings, til our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
now rewind it
payback muthaf-cka for the way you got at me so how’s it taste?
when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,
i’m hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face,
you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 1:36 pm
Xx-THE REAL SLIM SHADY-Xx There they go, back in stadiums, as Shady spits his flow, nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic yo, we can make them look like boso’s, he’s wondering if he should spit this slow, f-ck no go for broke, his cup just runneth over oh no he aint had a buzz like this since the last time he overdosed, they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose, back into the game and they know, rap will never be the same as before, bashing in the brains of these hoes, and establishing a name as he goes, the passion and the flame is ignited, you can’t put it out once we light it, this sh-t is exactly what the f-ck i’m talking about when we riot, you dealin with a few true villians whose staying inside of the booth truth spillin, and spit true feelings, til our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths now rewind it payback muthaf-cka for the way you got at me so how’s it taste? when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place, i’m hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face, you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place That is is the s**t man. and you know i was the first one to answer the question for the the guild about that song
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Meatball from Space Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:19 pm
Yo left, yo left
Yo left, right, left
Yo left,…
Sometimes you just feel tired, feel week.
When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you.
Gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that s**t outta you
And get that motivation, to not give up
And not be a quitter.
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face
And collapse.
Till I collapse I’m spillin’ these raps
As long as you feel’em.
Till the day that I drop
You’ll never say that I’m not killin’em.
‘Cause when I’m not, then I’ma stop pinnin’em
And I am not hip hop, and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts, when I’ma stop sendin’em
Women are caught in webs
Spin’em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of peniciline could not get illin’ to stop
Amoxacilline’s just not real enough.
The criminal cop killin’ hip hop villain a minimal swap
To cop millions of Pac listeners.
You’re coming with me, feel it or not
You’re gonna fear it like I showed ya
The spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzin’ up?
Fa shizzel my whistle, this is the plot listen up.
You bizzels forgot, slizzel does not give a ********.
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these s**t
Till my bones collapse (x2)
Music is like magic.
There’s a certain feeling you get
When you’re real, and you spit
And people are feelin’ your s**t.
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Trynna hold on to it, ‘cuz you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it, trynna get as much s**t as you can.
And when your run is over, just admit when it’s in it’s end.
‘Cuz I’m at the end of my wits with half that gets in.
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in.
It goes Reggie, Jay Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurrupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lotta envy.
So when I’m not put in this list, the s**t does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walkin’round like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a ********’ problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you gotta give me.
The press’s wet dream like Bobby and Whitney.
Nate hit me…
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these s**t
Till my bones collapse (x2)
Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC’s heart.
What is he thinking?
How not to go against me, smart.
And it’s absurd, how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve.
But I’ll never be served, my spot is forever reserved.
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first.
‘Cuz in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse.
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict.
I rap like I’m addicted to smack, like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t wanna go forth and back in constan battles.
The fact is I woud rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack, I’m launchin’ at them.
The track is on some battleing rap, who wants some static.
‘Cuz I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim Matters.
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I’m not the baddest, so…
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out
Can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out
And my high burns out
I’ma rip these s**t
Till my bones collapse (x2)
Until the roof, the roof comes off
Until my legs, give out from underneath me.
I, I will not fall.
I will stand tall.
Feels like no one can beat me
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:36 pm
Intro:]
People!! It feels so good to be back.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing the new and improved you know who
[Verse 1:]
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're the Maltese.
I am a pitbull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease.
All these people I had to leave in limbo,
I'm back now,
I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep s**t simple.
Can-a-b***h don't want no beef with Slim?
Noooo!
Not even on my radar,
So won't you please jump off my d**k
Lay off and stay off,
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance,
Aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw
[Chorus X2:]
You all c'mon now,
Let's all get on down,
Let's do-si-do now,
We're gonna have a good ol' time.
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothing to worry about,
Let your hair down,
And square dance with me!
[Verse 2:]
Let your hair down to the track,
Yeah kick on back.
Boo!
The boogies monster of rap,
Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like,
This white hot light,
That I'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone unturned,
Oh no I won't leave,
Won't go nowhere,
Do-si-do,
Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yeah you laugh till your ********' a** gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you ******** around,
Get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping,
Open the plastic and then you stand back ********' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashing,
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's a** askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eating their food and their baked beans.
I'm 28,
They gonna take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein you say Shady,
My views ain't changed still Inhumane,
Wait,
Arraigned two days late,
The date's today,
Hang me!
[Chorus X2:]
[Verse 3:]
Nothin' moves me more than a groove the soothes me,
Nothin' soothes me more than a groove
that boosts me,
Nothin' boosts me more,
Or suits me beautifully,
There's nothin' you can do to me,
Stab me,
Shoot me,
Psychotic,
Hypnotic, product I got the antibiotic.
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
God I talk a lot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la,
oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta,
Keep movin',
There's more music to make,
Keep makin' new s**t,
Produce hits to break
the monotony,
What's gotten into me?
Drug's, rock and Hennessey,
Thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies,
On your knees,
Got you under seige,
Somebody you would give a lung to be hungry,
Like a ********' younger ******** the fee,
I can get you jumped for free,
Yah buddy,
Laugh it's funny,
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing,
I'm past bluffing,
Pass the K-Y,
Let's get ready for some intense,
serious a** ******** X2]
[Outro:]
Dr. Dre., wants to square with me,
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me,
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me,
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me,
Cana-b***h won't square dance with me,
Cana-b***h, won't square dance with me,
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me,
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you-----YEE-HAW!!!
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