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Eminem

Genres: Hip-Hop

We All Die Someday Lyrics - Eminem

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 cuz 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... 

 

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Obie Trice: 

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

Like you muthafuckas 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 muthafuckin 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 cuz you's about to have a bullet scar 

I give a fuck 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 fuck 

 

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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' cuz 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 

cuz 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' fuck 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, fuck your little bitch as up 

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

drag the little body on fuck like kim osario's 

little sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real 

We burn Source coovers like fuckin 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 fuckin P.O. choke 

I'm an O.G. you're fuckin 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 fuckin pin cushin 

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

I'll show you how to fuckin 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' fuck 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 cuz 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) 

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