Lyrics Eminem 50 cent The Re-Up

Posted on 12.17.2006

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Eminem
Album : Eminem Presents The Re-Up
feat : 50 cent
Song : The Re-Up

Eminem
Yeah, we should do something like that.

50 Cent
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up !
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady !

Eminem
There’s never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it’s the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again its the, illest and realest killas
The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice
Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners, This music is in us, and it’s
Not over ’till we say it’s finished and G-Unit spinners
Will keep spinnin’, this is Hip Hop when it’s in it’s
Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin’ those pins in us
Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
He’s already reconciled with his ex [reversed], a chainsaw and an axe
Jump a bitch’s desk, strangle her neck
While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
Resurrect, I never left, baby I’m bad
I’ve gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically
He says I’m too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but it’s made me off track
In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, I’ll never do shit, that’s that
Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I’m done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass !
(50 Cent !)

50 Cent
Nah, Em, tell ’em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif’ll tell you’re ass apart !
A came in this game, crush a motherfuckers from tha start
Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch
Different day, nothing change, it’s the same shit, trick
Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on
D’s searching the whip, glad I left the mac home
Still grindin’, still shinin’, nigga lord knows
You’re rockin with the kid that spit sicka sick flows
I carried Game’s style for nine months and gave birth to it
Now I’m feeling like a proud father watching him do it
E’eryday Dre day, front and cause a maylay
Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down
I smile through sumthin’ fowl, and watch my money pile
I’m fuckin’ with strict stacks, I’m kickin’ you stripped fats
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back !

50 Cent
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, Go ’head, funky funk up !
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up !
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, I hit yo’ ass up !
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up ! (Yeah !)
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck !
Boom boom chuck, (It’s the Re-Up !)
Shady, Shady....