Songtexte

Bushido

Arschfick

Part 1:
(Year! sony Black! I love Money Records! 247 hannover! Year! De la moq! Roulette! True Kanack! D-Bo! Frank Wright! Bushido! Year!)

Das Leben ist ein Arschfick! Lauf nur davon doch du kannst nicht entkommen, halt dich fest an deinem Leben und es wird dir genommen! Wer kann schon behaupten in Träumen zu sehen? Doch ich weis das ich hier bin um mein bestes zu geben!Es kann auch sein das morgen schon alles zu ende ist, deswegen bin ich nicht der typ der andren aus den Händen frisst! Es ist der weg und mein Stempel den ich drücke meine Schlange die mich beisst und mein Apfel den ich pflücke! Sind es schmerzen? Sind es meine? Sind es Fehler? Sinds nich deine! sind es Laster die ich trage? Sind es meine? Ich hab dich nicht gefragt, warum willst du reden?! Warum wollen fremde Menschen plötzlich da sein und mich pflegen? Von Anfang an war ich alleine und verlassen. Ich sollte besser geben als zu nehmen! Lieber lieben als zu hassen! Erinnern anstatt mich zu vergessen, doch jeden frag ich meine Mutter wer ich bin!

Hookline:(2mal)

Das Leben ist ein Arschfick in 24 Stunden fließen neue Tränen neuer Kummer reizen alte Wunden! 23 Stunden und 60 Minuten wird es dauern bis es wieder anfängt,und wir bluten!

Part 2:

Auf jede Antwort stell ich mir neue Fragen und ich werd mich weiter fragen und nach 120 jahren! Freunde werden kommen und sie werden wieder gehen! Und der könig wird fallen um nun wieder auf zu stehen! Der Krieg wird hier beendet um wo anderst auszubrechen!Kleine Kinder werden sterben weil sich andre dadurch rächen! Sag mir nicht ich suche nur das schlechte in den Leuten! Ich erhebe keine Klage also brauch ich keine Zeugen! Ich spreche aus Erfahrung mit dem Sinn aus meinem Herzen! wen du mich verstehen kannst, wärst du einer der ersten! Meine Pfade sind staubich und meine Augen tränen es wär vielleicht besser sie zu schließen um es nicht zu sehen! doch wozu? Es ist so wie es ist und es wird wie es sein soll! du hast Ängste? Ich auch! Laber mich nicht mit deinen voll!(echo)Das Leben ist ein Arschfick!

Hookline(4mal):

Das Leben ist ein Arschfick in 24 Stunden fließen neue Tränen neuer Kummer reizen alte Wunden! 23 Stunden und 60 Minuten wird es dauern bis es wieder anfängt,und wir bluten!

Schluss:

Year! year! Bushido! Südberlin! Das Leben ist ein Arschfick! Du musst es nehmen wie es kommt! Warum willst dus nicht sehen man!? Warum? Yeah, ihr denkt ihr könnt flüchten? Rennt,doch es wird euch sowieso wieder einholen! Year! Macht was ihr wollt doch es kommt wie es kommt! Year! Bushido! 247 I love Money! Year! De la Moq! Year! Arsch fick yor!!

Bushido

Asphalt (feat. Fler)

Telefon: "Nächste Nachricht:" (Frank "Fler" White)
"yeah bushido, was geht alter ich bin grad hier bei Pallas angekommen ich wart
noch auf dich, ya? komm ma vorbei, komm ma zu aggro. lass ma nen track
fuer dein album aufnehemen ich hab grad die andern tracks gehört man und
die sind bombe man, beil dich ma, ich wart noch so 10 minuten, bis gleich, tschau!"
"ende der nachricht"

(Sonny "Bushido" Black)
Die Party is vorbei denn ab jetz heißt Rappen Bloodsport
ich kenn weder dich ,deine crew noch dein kack Dorf fuck torch
ich hab kein Respekt, kein Komplex
und überhaupt keine Ahnung worüber du Nutte rapst
fick auf alle Max ich bin zu hart für Deutschen Rap
mir is Scheiss egal wohin ihr geht und wo ihr euch versteckt
jetz is break-down, ich komm in deine Town,
geh dir ein Baumhaus baun ich bums jetz deine Frauen
ich mach mein Geld mit Trips, Koks und Crack Rox
und bis der Asphalt brennt mach ich am Block den Jackpot
Ich Rap noch immer für die Kids am Spielplatz
es hat sich nichts geändert Sonny macht den Beat krass
Die Streat hasst euch, eure Tacks, euren Ami-Slang
ihr seid Toys, weil ich komm und eure Party bang'
ich bin zu direkt, zu brutal, zu komplett
bin der Grund warum Stuttgart nix verkauft und verreckt
Ab jetz is jeder, der beschissen rappt mein Feind
drück auf Stop, wenn du genug hast oder fürs Battle Rewind, yeah
(2x beide)
Die Felgen spiegeln sich im Asphalt, bis der Asphalt brennt
du siehst die Stadt bei Nacht, solange bis der Asphalt brennt
der Stein ist nur so lange kalt, bis der Asphalt brennt
ich Rap für mein' Bezirk, solange bis der Asphalt brennt

(Frank "Fler" White)
Wer bietet mehr als ich, Frank White ihr seid alle ganz weit
davon entfernt, mich zu erreichen, ich bin ganz weit weg
Gib mir das Mic du Keck, ich Rappe und das Land schreit (yeah)
ich boxe euch beide nur aus dem Grund, weil ihr verwandt seid (yeah)
ich mach mein Tape und jeder von euch will dabei sein
du willst mich battlen und ich fick dir in dein Steissbein
Bushido seine Skyline wer macht den besten Beat der Stadt? (yeah)
du machst auf Gangster doch ich fick auch euer Lied du Spast
Die ganze Welt ist jetz mein Feind ich zieh euch ab und geh
alleine durch die Straßen aus der Stadt, in der ich leb' (oh)
wer is so hart wie ich und überlebt in dieser Zeit
in dieser Stadt, in dem Bezirk mit keiner Hilfe weit und breit
Jetz bin ich Underground, morgen hol' ich den Comet
du gehst nach Hause, weil im Hip Hop ohne mich nichts geht
du kommst zu spät, mein Tape is leider ausverkauft (yeah)
macht was ihr wollt, ihr Spasten ihr bleibt out!

(4x beide)
Die Felgen spiegeln sich im Asphalt, bis der Asphalt brennt
du siehst die Stadt bei Nacht, solange bis der Asphalt brennt
der Stein ist nur so lange kalt, bis der Asphalt brennt
ich Rap für mein' Bezirk, solange bis der Asphalt brennt

Bushido

Carlo, Cokxxx, Nutten

Ich komm auf die Party und mach Stress ohne Grund!

Chorus
Yeah, Frank White, der King und Nummer 1, keiner hört den alten Scheiß,
geh nach Hause, es wird Zeit, denn bald kommt meine Gang, yo,
Carlo, Cokxxx, Nutten, ich komm auf die Party und mach Stress ohne Grund!

MC’s sind nicht straight, Rap ist mein Babe, mein Tape,
ich fick euer arschgeficktes Album gleich im ersten Take,
ihr seid Fake, ich scheiß auf eure Baggypants, ich erschieß die Kellyfans
und bange im Mercedes Benz, ich setz Trends, ab heute fickt man deutschen Rap,
ich fick (…) Sonny Black und hör nur eure Opfertracks,
es ist Sex Rap, du Schlampe, bist du Dreck, denn Frank White Gangster Gangbang,
weil den Rest erhäng, wenn jemand redet und ich weiß, dass ich gefickt,
komm zu mir und sag’s noch mal und ich schieß dir ins Gesicht,
ich bang die ganze Stadt und bounce, niemand hat es richtig drauf,
ich bin King, du bist out, du Opfer geh nach Hause,

Chorus 2x

Mein Rap fickt alles, du Bastard kannst nach Hause geh?n
dein leben ist am Ende, meins beginnt erst nachts um 10,
wer will seh’n, was du und deine Opfer rappt,
ich stich dir einmal in dein Herz und hab dich damit schon verletzt,
du denkst, ich bin krass, doch hab als Typ nicht viel im Kopf,
du kannst denken was du willst und wirst doch von mir verkloppt,
ich rap Kingraps, bring Stress, fick den ganzen Rest,
ich hab kein Problem, solange jeder Spast mich rappen lässt,
es ist Berlin West, Zeit, Zeit für Frank White,
greif das Mic, Miccheck, du Opfer leg das Mic weg,
jetzt kommt mein Track, sieh da wie ich dein Image fick,
du versuchst zu kontern und ich brech dir dein Genick,
du kommst mit Bodyguard und denkst, du kannst was regeln,
ich fick dich und dein Leben, ich will Action und nicht reden,
denn Rap ist Männersache, du willst battlen und ich lache,
ich brauch keine 3 Sekunden um dich Nutte zu verwunden

Chorus 2x

Bushido

Ersguterjunge feat. Baba Saad

Refrain:
Wer ist dieser Junge - Ich bin dieser Junge
Guck uns an ich spuck dir 2 Kugeln in die Lunge,
diese 2 ficken 3 die du holst, diese 2 ticken 3 Kilo Koks.

Ersguter Junge, ich mach harte Musik, mein Label überlegt sich welcher Maserati mir liegt, Ersguter Junge du hast nicht halb soviel Potenzial du traust dich ohne Bodyguards nicht in meine Stadt zu fahrn, ich bin ein Ersguter Junge der euch Kids killt, der Junge der von Curse Liebesliedern nix hält, du ??? weil dein Rap nicht gut genug ist, zeig mir einen Rapper hier der Groupies noch im Zug fickt, ich bin zu fit, wo seid ihr Nuttenkinder? Du hast ein Bonzenhaus ich komm und piss dahinter, ich sitz im ICE, was macht der Junge hier? Ich fick dich Hundesohn, das macht der Junge hier! Rap is mein Job ich mach mein Geld damit! Du hast mir nichts zu sagen auch wenn du älter bist! Ich komm vom Asphalt ich hab ihn groß gemacht, ich bin sein bester Freund - was guckst du so du Spast!

Refrain
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Bushido

Electro Ghetto

Refrain:
Ich mach den Sound für den Hof im Knast,
ich bin der Grund, warum du nie deine Millionen machst.
>Ich hab den Sound< den Sound für die Dealer im Park,
denn ohne mich wird Deutscher Rap schon wieder nicht hart.
Schon wieder ein Tag,
an dem ich eure Lieder nicht mag,
salutiert, steht stramm, ich bin der Leader wie A.
mir scheiß egal, ob du ein Krasser warst,
es tut mir leid Jung´s ich hab kein Platz im Arsch.

Guck mir zu wie ich jeden deiner Homies erschieß,
denn meine Stimme macht jetzt bei Nacht Terror in Kiez.
Wir sind die New Kidz on the Block,
mach die Augen auf,
hol mir deine Mama her du Bitch ohne Job.
Ich bin Berliner, geh zum Blumentopf, du Obsthändler,
nimm deine neuen Tracks und schenkst deinen Großeltern,
denn mein Beat knallt und ihr seid Obdachlos,
ich bin ein Ersguterjunge Junge und ihr Opfer tot.
Ich kam vom Bordstein
und bin jetzt an der Skyline.
Jedes meiner Wörter wird für euch Kidz zum Highlight,
ihr wollt Freiheit?
Ihr kriegt ein Autogramm,
was guckst du meine Tätowirung und mein Auto an?
Ihr habt so etwas im Leben nie gesehen,
ihr seid Stockschwul und euch Pennern fehlen die Ideen.
Ich hab nur ein Team,
ich hab nur ein Ziel,
keiner von euch wird mich los, ich hab jetzt ein Deal!

Refrain

Ich bin der Leader wie Saad,
ein Berliner bleibt hart.
Ich zahle Bar für den 7er und du least dir ´n Smart.
Ich hab den 6ten Sinn und du bist zu lieb du Gay,
ich geh vom Label weg und ihr drei seid jetzt B2K.
Für mich bist du nur ein Rheumapatient
und der viel macht, dass dich morgen jeder Deutsche dann kennt.
Freu dich du Hemd, zeig mir deine Leaderpatronen und ihr wisst alle, dass in meinem Bezirk die Dealer da wohnen. >Wie krass<
Ich verkaufe euch kranke Gedanken,
von mir aus kannst du kommn, kommmit deinen ganzen Verwandten,
ich geb dir eine von link´s, geb dir eine von recht´s,
ich zeig dir mein Cover und du merkst wie peinlich du rappst.
Du peinlicher Depp, renn weg, wenn der König erscheint,
ihr seid Kakalacken, guck hier der Phönix erscheint.
Ich habwenig Zeit für Smalltalk mit Nutten,
hör Ersguter Junge, wie wir Kugeln in euch reinspucken.

Refrain

Ich hab jetzt Streit mit dem,
ich hab Streit mit wem?
Ich bin jetzt 26 Jahre und gemein wie 10,
kein Problem,
meine Jung´s bumsen euch alle,
denn mir´s scheiß egal, ob ich euch Tunten gefalle.
Ihr könnt mich... gerne haben
und auch... gern fragen
und ich sag euch immer wieder ihr könnt gern bei Bernd blasen.
Ich mag kein Deutsch Rap, ich pumpe Kerosin,
komm mich besuchen, ich verkaufe mit Kumpels Heroin.
Mach mein Logo nach, ich mach dich Homo arm.
Guck dir mein Bling-Bling an,
wenn wir auf Promo fahren, ich bin ein Prototyp, ihr könnt nicht werden wie ich,
wenn ich eure Fressen sehen muss, nerven sie mich.
Ich bin ein Pitbull, Rap ist mein Kampfsport, du hörst erst Raptile, Flow Nemo und Touchtroch,
es ist Electro Ghetto Rap mit Dreitagebart,
um die Szene zu ficken, brauch ich kein Bodyguard!

Refrain

Eminem

Without Me

"Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks" -> Obie Trice

[Intro]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back.. {*Eminem hums*}

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operatin (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, rum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*}
And it's a disaster, such a castastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt*} Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, in the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Investing in your kid's ears and nesting
{*bzzt*} Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizket bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*}
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

[Chorus]

{*Eminem sings this twice:
"hum dalalala..."*}

[Eminem] Kids!

Eminem

Real Slim Shady

Eminem - Real Slim Shady


May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like ya never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door
And started whooping her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture
It's the return of the...
"Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he just didn't say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said...
Nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement!
Feminist women love Eminem
"{*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walking around grabbing his you-know-what
Flipping the you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But the worse is what's going on in your parents' bedroom
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals"
Well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the anecdote
Win away your panty-hoes, sing the chorus and it goes

1- I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do so "Fuck him and fuck you too!"
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
Shit Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daily and Fred Durst
And hear them argue over who she game head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3 and show the whole world
how you gave Eminem VD
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Repeat 1

I'm like a head trip to listen to cuz I'm only giving you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of y'all and I don't gotta be frost or sugar coated at all
I just get on a mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it
I just shitted better than 90 percent of you rappers out there
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny cuz at the rate I'm going when I'm 30
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off or jerkin'
Said I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King spitting on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
With his windows down and the system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta ya mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Repeat 1

Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Eminem

Say What You Say

[Dre] So I'm out the game huh?
[Em] Huh? {*echoes*} Yo Dre, WE RIDIN?
[Dre] Whatever!
[Em] Haha! Well I'm witcha homies
[Dre] Okay; let's handle the small shit

[Eminem]
I was born to brew up storms and stir up shit
Kick up dust, CUSS 'til I slur up spit
Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch!
Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth
Dre told me to milk the shit for what it's worth
'til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth
{*poof*} And if I fumble the verse, keep goin
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches pulled no punches that's weak shit
Fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll EAT shit
Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

[Dr. Dre]
Creep wit me, as we take a lil' trip down memory lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age
(But what about Jermaine?) Fuck Jermaine!
He don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think, I don't read
your lil' interviews, and see what you're sayin
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move 'til I'm provoked
When I see you I'ma step on you and not even know it
You midget, Mini-Me with a bunch of little Mini-Yous
runnin around your backyard swimmin pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven-year-olds

[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
how you say it whenever you sayin it, just remember
how you said it when you were sprayin it
So who you playin with huh.. huh.. huh.. huh?

[Eminem]
Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss
from a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up
or CONFUSE ME with a Canibus or Dre with a DUPRI!
We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you
blackballed and make sure you never rap a-fuckin-gain
Dre ain't havin it; long as I'm here to play Devil's Advocate

[Dr. Dre]
If there was some magic shit
I could wave over the industry that could save it when I'm gone
and buried to make sure the tradition carries on, I would

[Eminem]
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't; not even if I could

[Dr. Dre]
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

[Eminem]
And I'ma only sucka punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's fuckin head off
Cause I know if they get up I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch I'm punk rock, no one's punk
Don't give a FUCK! White 'Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill'
and grow up, to be Atilla, go nuts and be a pillar

[Dr. Dre]
And I'm, somethin of a phenom'
One puff of the chron', I'm unstoppable
I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
so come along with us (come on!)

[Chorus]

[Dr. Dre]
Now anybody who knows Dre
knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin all day
But I handle my business cause it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way
You fuck my night up I'ma fuck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin it your way {*clack*}
That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway
Cause this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it
and you die tryin to violate it
Fuck around, get annihilated; eyes dilated

[Eminem]
Heh, like my old lady
Cause what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean
is two different things, dependin on your mood if it swings
Think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed right; and my looseleaf's my launchpad

[Dr. Dre]
And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything, catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, and invest
in somethin to protect your head and neck

[Eminem]
And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm best
in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death
Five mics in The Source? Ain't holdin my fuckin breath
But I'll suffocate for the respect
'fore I'll breathe to collect a fuckin check

[Chorus]

[Dre] Watch your fuckin mouth

[Tim] Yo this Timbaland, tell them I said suck *chka* my dick

Eminem

Just Lose It

[Intro]
[Eminem making sounds]
Ok..
Guess who's back?
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Whaaaaaaaa

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop!.....Pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here little kiddies, On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound]
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

[Verse 2]
It's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to sunday
Maybe til monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow
I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someone's gonna "touch my body"

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name girl?
What's your sign?
[Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind"
DRE! (HA-HA)
Beer Goggles! blind!
I'm just tryna unwind now I'm

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

[Verse 3]
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happend
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape
yellin' at an old lady 'touch my body!'"

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Snap back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit!
Yo you signed me up to battle!?
I'm a grown man!
Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!
Fella's (WHAT?!) Fella's (WHAT?!)
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?)
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm callin' all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance whore
Butt squeezin' it's the season
Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA)
It's so appeasin'

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

[Outro]
UmMmMmm touch my body
UmMmMmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body

50 Cent

Don't Push Me

[50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me (and)
I need you to care for me (and)
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been

The flow is bone crushin', it's nothin'
I come up with somethin'
Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin'
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
Haters hate that I'm winnin'
Man I've been hot from the beginnin'
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain't stoppin'
Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smokin', still locin',
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

[Lloyd Banks]
I done lost my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas, cause they funny
20 years, of watching my mama's tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong, cause I need it
These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried
Balled in the dirt, from shots flurried
Layin' with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flyin'
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin', what I'm clutchin'
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
Hennessey and soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

[Chorus 2X]

[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my balls, my ears
This is me, who's gotta be
What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Frontin' like it's all fun and games, 'til the shoot'em up bang
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playin'
Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night and ain't prayin'
I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin'
Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin', I'm a start layin' into these
motherfuckering cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as a man, bowin' to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showin' you fuckin' old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some fuckin' marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause

[Chorus 2X]

Shady Aftermath nigga, G-Unit, rap juggernauts of this shit, we takin' over

50 Cent

What Up Gangsta

50 Cent]
G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!)
We can get the drama poppin we don't care (bo! bo! bo!)
It's going down (bo!) Cause I'm around (bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down.. down

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, blood? (What)
What up, cuz? (What)
What up, blood? (What)
What up, gangstaaah?

[Verse One]
They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin the D.A., might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type to kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggaz that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama pickin out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

[Chorus] - (first time w/o first line)

[Bridge]
We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that
(G-Unit) We don't play around

[Verse Twi]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Any chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

[Chorus]

[Bridge] - repeat 4X

50 Cent

Soldier (50 Cent & G-Unit Freestyle)

[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!

[50 Cent]
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Lloyd Banks]
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Tony Yayo]
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back

2Pac

2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Snoop Talking]
Up out of there
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't Nothin' but A Gangsta Party
[Tupac Talking]
Ahh shit
you've done fucked up now
you done put 2 of Amerikaz most wanted in the same muthafuckin' place
at the same muthafuckin' time
ya'll niggas about to feel this
break out the champange glasses and muthafuckin' condoms
have one on us aight

[Tupac]
Picture Perfect
I paint a perfect picture
bombin' hooties with percision
Mind intensions to get with ya
with the S-N double-O-P dogg
to help my fuckin' homie
you's a cold ass nigga on them all

[Snoop]
Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun
cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free Tupac is all that's on a niggas mind
but at the same time
it seem they tryin' to take mine
so I am get smart and get the best of this shit
and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit

[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
the shits about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion
I am vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game
but you got some rules missin'
niggas be actin like we savage
See i'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

[Snoop]
I got a pet named P she niggarino
I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
and I think I got a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it feel good to ya Baby bubba
you see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka

[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
muthafuck the rest
two of the best from the westside
and I can make you famous
Niggas been dying for years
so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these
mutha fuckin' G's
If ya got it better flaunt it
another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party [x2]

[Tupac]
Nothin' but a gangsta party

[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party

[Tupac]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party

[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party

[Tupac]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party

[Daz]
Ain't nothin but a gangsta party

[Tupac]
Now give me 50 feet
The feet is not my destiny
release me to the streets
and keep what evers left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffery is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I
I busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What)
there ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
who can fade the thugs?
you thought it was but it wasn't
now disappear
bow down in the presence of a Boss playa

[Snoop]
It's like cuz, blood, gang banging
everybody in the party doing dope slangin'
you got to have papers in this world
you might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
ya doing ya job
every day
and then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids

[Tupac]
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I got to throw away
floating in the black Benz
trying to do a show a day
they wonder how I live with 5 shots
niggas is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for currency and dough related
affilliated with the hustlas
so we made it
Your answer to the question
tryin' to get up on it
my nigga dogg homie and 2 of the most wanted

[Daz]
Aint Nutin But A Gangsta Party (Until Fade)

 Basshunter

Jag känner en bot
Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon,
 och hon kan banna banna dig så hårt
 Hon röjer upp i våran kanal.
Jag vill berätta för dig att jag känner en bot.

Jag känner en bot
Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon,
 och hon kan banna banna dig så hårt
 Hon röjer upp i våran kanal.
Jag vill berätta för dig att jag känner en bot,
 som alltid vaktar alla som är här,
och som ser till att vi blir utan besvär.
 Det finns ingen take-over som lyckas.
Kom ihåg att det är jag som känner en bot.
 
En bot som ingen ingen annan slår
Och hon kan kicka utan att hon får
 Hon gör sig av med alla som spammar
Ja ingen kan slå våran bot

Jag känner en bot
Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon,
 och hon kan banna banna dig så hårt
 Hon röjer upp i våran kanal.
Jag vill berätta för dig att jag känner en bot.
 
Pause

Då kom den dagen jag inte trodde fanns
Den satte verkligen kanalen ur balans
 Jag trodde aldrig att jag hade så fel
Men när Anna skrev och sa

Jag är ingen bot
Jag är en väldigt, väldigt vacker tjej,
 som nu tyvärr är väldigt främmande för mig.
 Men det finns inget som behöver förklaras,
för i mina ögon är hon alltid en bot
Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon,
och hon kan banna banna dig så hårt
 Hon röjer upp i våran kanal.
Jag vill berätta för dig att jag känner en bot,
som alltid vaktar alla som är här,
och som ser till att vi blir utan besvär.
 Det finns ingen take-over som lyckas.
Kom ihåg att det är jag som känner en bot,
en bot som ingen ingen annan slår,
och hon kan kicka utan att hon får.
Hon gör sig av med alla som spammar.
Ja, ingen kan slå våran bot!