Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you motherf*ckers got Obie Trice shook (what?)
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 niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherf*cking lives (ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets Motor City pave' (yes)
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a f*ck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a f*ck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (what?)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (what else?)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Lloyd Banks)
We all die one day
But as long as I'm here, I'm gon' grab checks (grab checks)
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everybody that's Black can jump (break it down)
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
Cop rings like Mike, Larry, Magic and them (woo)
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come (uh-huh)
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train (nah)
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 going back and forth
Your boss and your captain's soft (bitch)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (come on)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (here we go)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (yo, Em spit that shit)
We all die one day (here we go)
'Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out (yeah)
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna f*ck you up with 'em (break it down)
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (yeah)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D12 and Obie, we all move like assassins (yeah, yeah)
Ski masks and gloves, consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast, f*ck your little bitch-ass up
We are not killers my vato will have you shot though
Drag through the barrio and f*cked like Kim Osario
Little sorry ho-ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like f*ckin' Cypress Hill (break it down)
Did in the 90s, 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 secondhand to make my f*ckin' P.O. Choke (yeah)
I'm an OG you f*ckin' with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc' (uh-huh)
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me (uh-huh)
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people (woo)
At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs (uh-huh)
You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a f*cking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Indo
I'll show you how to kill a f*cking man like Sen Dog (break it, break it, break it down now)
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ese?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Shady in the D is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up (uh-huh)
I pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter, please come, 'cause we gon' (here we go)
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you role with 'em
We gon' f*ck you up with 'em (50 drop that shit)
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (yeah, yeah)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo)
I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (come on)
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new (yeah)
You can raise your voice like you fittin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me
(Sorry Kim)
(Oh, sorry, oh)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (I'ma cut you)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to (has to)
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (catch you)
We all die one day (one day)
Eminem 50 Cent Obie Trice and Lloyd Banks - We All Die One Day Lyrics
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Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you motherf*ckers got Obie Trice shook (what?)
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 niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherf*cking lives (ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets Motor City pave' (yes)
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a f*ck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a f*ck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (what?)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (what else?)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Lloyd Banks)
We all die one day
But as long as I'm here, I'm gon' grab checks (grab checks)
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everybody that's Black can jump (break it down)
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
Cop rings like Mike, Larry, Magic and them (woo)
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come (uh-huh)
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train (nah)
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 going back and forth
Your boss and your captain's soft (bitch)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (come on)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (here we go)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (yo, Em spit that shit)
We all die one day (here we go)
'Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out (yeah)
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna f*ck you up with 'em (break it down)
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (yeah)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D12 and Obie, we all move like assassins (yeah, yeah)
Ski masks and gloves, consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast, f*ck your little bitch-ass up
We are not killers my vato will have you shot though
Drag through the barrio and f*cked like Kim Osario
Little sorry ho-ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like f*ckin' Cypress Hill (break it down)
Did in the 90s, 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 secondhand to make my f*ckin' P.O. Choke (yeah)
I'm an OG you f*ckin' with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc' (uh-huh)
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me (uh-huh)
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people (woo)
At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs (uh-huh)
You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a f*cking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Indo
I'll show you how to kill a f*cking man like Sen Dog (break it, break it, break it down now)
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ese?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Shady in the D is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up (uh-huh)
I pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter, please come, 'cause we gon' (here we go)
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you role with 'em
We gon' f*ck you up with 'em (50 drop that shit)
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (yeah, yeah)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo)
I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (come on)
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new (yeah)
You can raise your voice like you fittin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me
(Sorry Kim)
(Oh, sorry, oh)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (I'ma cut you)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to (has to)
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (catch you)
We all die one day (one day)
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you motherf*ckers got Obie Trice shook (what?)
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 niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherf*cking lives (ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets Motor City pave' (yes)
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a f*ck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a f*ck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (what?)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (what else?)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (Lloyd Banks)
We all die one day
But as long as I'm here, I'm gon' grab checks (grab checks)
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everybody that's Black can jump (break it down)
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
Cop rings like Mike, Larry, Magic and them (woo)
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come (uh-huh)
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train (nah)
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 going back and forth
Your boss and your captain's soft (bitch)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (come on)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (here we go)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (yo, Em spit that shit)
We all die one day (here we go)
'Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out (yeah)
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna f*ck you up with 'em (break it down)
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (yeah)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D12 and Obie, we all move like assassins (yeah, yeah)
Ski masks and gloves, consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast, f*ck your little bitch-ass up
We are not killers my vato will have you shot though
Drag through the barrio and f*cked like Kim Osario
Little sorry ho-ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like f*ckin' Cypress Hill (break it down)
Did in the 90s, 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 secondhand to make my f*ckin' P.O. Choke (yeah)
I'm an OG you f*ckin' with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc' (uh-huh)
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me (uh-huh)
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people (woo)
At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs (uh-huh)
You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a f*cking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Indo
I'll show you how to kill a f*cking man like Sen Dog (break it, break it, break it down now)
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ese?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Shady in the D is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up (uh-huh)
I pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter, please come, 'cause we gon' (here we go)
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? You gon' get it
You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you role with 'em
We gon' f*ck you up with 'em (50 drop that shit)
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (yeah, yeah)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo)
I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (come on)
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new (yeah)
You can raise your voice like you fittin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me
(Sorry Kim)
(Oh, sorry, oh)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (I'ma cut you)
It's too real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to (has to)
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (catch you)
We all die one day (one day)
Writer: Christopher Charles Lloyd, Obie Trice, Marshall B. Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Curtis James Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.