Idioma Origen:
[gun cocked back]
[Eminem]
Nah, we ainīt done [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
Letīs me know that I made it
I wouldnīt have it no other way
I wouldnīt trade it for the world
Only letīs me know that Iīm loved
by so many other motherfuckers that ainīt you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And whatīs ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there ainīt nothin that we love more than ?? Your Skirts Up
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
whatīs up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You will ask youself, how come your mans
didnīt enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksonīs ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we canīt
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the ī106th & Parkī building
Someoneīs gonna get killed and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
Iīll put a million on his head
And you ainīt got the funds to match or counteract it
But Iīd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ainīt because Iīm a bitch
Itīs because I ainīt a bitch, I donīt endanger people that Iīm with
Iīm a general, I ainīt Bush, I donīt send my soldiers to war
Iīm right there in the middle of the shit with īem, so when I do get īem
Orders to storm your headquarters, youīll be fuckin with a ..
[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ainīt even that deep
I got heat thatīll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
See I wouldnīt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
Iīll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
Without a failure, thereīs gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound couldnīt even smell ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddamīs kids
[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, Iīll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A ?? Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what Iīm involved in now
A īDozen Dirtyī niggaz and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], cīmon)
[Kuniva]
While your punchin and tacklin punks
Iīm handlin chumps, packin a pump
thatīs longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets Iīm a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, Iīll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I donīt think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
? Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
[Proof]
Know much about my a land ski
Donīt tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (cīmon, [gunshot])
We the soldiers, yaīll the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
Iīm back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre]
Thereīs three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I donīt even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre donīt give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ainīt gettin in
Iīll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
Iīll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
Iīll ? on You, Iīll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devilīs Night 2"
Idioma Destino:
[gun cocked back]
[Eminem]
Nah, we ainīt done [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
Letīs me know that I made it
I wouldnīt have it no other way
I wouldnīt trade it for the world
Only letīs me know that Iīm loved
by so many other motherfuckers that ainīt you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And whatīs ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there ainīt nothin that we love more than ?? Your Skirts Up
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
whatīs up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You will ask youself, how come your mans
didnīt enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksonīs ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we canīt
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the ī106th & Parkī building
Someoneīs gonna get killed and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
Iīll put a million on his head
And you ainīt got the funds to match or counteract it
But Iīd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ainīt because Iīm a bitch
Itīs because I ainīt a bitch, I donīt endanger people that Iīm with
Iīm a general, I ainīt Bush, I donīt send my soldiers to war
Iīm right there in the middle of the shit with īem, so when I do get īem
Orders to storm your headquarters, youīll be fuckin with a ..
[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ainīt even that deep
I got heat thatīll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
See I wouldnīt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
Iīll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
Without a failure, thereīs gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound couldnīt even smell ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddamīs kids
[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, Iīll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A ?? Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what Iīm involved in now
A īDozen Dirtyī niggaz and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], cīmon)
[Kuniva]
While your punchin and tacklin punks
Iīm handlin chumps, packin a pump
thatīs longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets Iīm a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, Iīll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I donīt think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
? Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
[Proof]
Know much about my a land ski
Donīt tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (cīmon, [gunshot])
We the soldiers, yaīll the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
Iīm back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre]
Thereīs three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I donīt even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre donīt give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ainīt gettin in
Iīll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
Iīll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
Iīll ? on You, Iīll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devilīs Night 2"