Feat. Royce Da 59 Project Paki
Eminem
Slim Shady
Asshole
Royce
Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
Its too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Lets play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, Im showin you what pain is
Please, Im reppin a d homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin to me homeboy
Royce five-nines the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin wit me niggaz know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Beside, I aint got no five, you gold-digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, Im just here to bug you girl
Cant get none, but you know I love you girl
Yo
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Royce
She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that aint really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Chanel, huh
Eminem
She the one that aint really got shit, huh
The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,
Who titty-dances to pay for her breast implants
Eminem
Anybody wit knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes deep who outsize you
Who wanna see insides comin outside you
Get me drunk, and Ill drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss. Bitch
Yo whats up with the ring, you married?
Shit, Im still mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger thats it
Wattup with you, you married?
Naww, Im divorced
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore
Trailer? I dont live in no trailer. I live in a mobilization unit, for your information
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?
Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slut
Fuck, pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A years and a half old potty-trained baby falls out
And I aint stayin to pay no child support
Are you playin? Be a man- bitch what you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full?
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Royce
Wattup boo, this is for you and your girlfriend
You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl Flynt
Assholes get guns and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those
Eminem
Hi, my name is…
Royce
Royce
Im the king
Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept- paid for
Got anymore lipstick? Im sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I aint trying to take the ghetto out
Things about you to tell about, mellow out
Im the one that be makin the clubs say What
Gettin love, and making the club say What
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any sauce that got hits, not this
Yo
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Project Paki
Any nigga wit guts, we got guts too
More than crazy, only want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we going after you
Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more than two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- Imma rep my streets
Militainment- we soldiers yall
Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered yall
The only niggaz you see on Worlds Wildest Police Chases
Niggaz that go wild only during court cases
Bitches go wild when they see us cum on they faces
We never discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one that I got love for
Money she wont get, I assure
She the one that think she hot
Damn, have you seen her, she is hot
High maintanence- thats her style
God I cant her out my mind, when she smile
But aint no need to worry bout nothin
I got ten girls like her, I aint frontin
The only thing i buy is some good clothes for her, cuz them shit is tacky
Royce got me on this, remember the name- Project Paki
So yo
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Royce
You tramp
Why you still listenin?
Dont you see, Im dissing you
Fade me out, why would you ever play me out?
Im cool
What do yall want from me?
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