求Eminem<re-up>歌词

Answer 1

Eminem Re-Up Lyrics
[Intro - Eminem]

[Beatboxing] Yeah, we should do something like that...

[Chorus - 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!

[Verse 1 - 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

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]

Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, to clean parts, to shitty parts,
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif'll tell you're ass apart!
A game in this game, crush a motherfuckers free 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,
If I can whip the kick to spit sicker 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 with a frown upside down,
I smile through summan' 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!

[Hook - 50 Cent (Eminem)]

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....

Answer 2

Eminem Re-Up

Verse 1:

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter.
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up.
An arsenic writer, author with arthritis
carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis
hardheaded and hotheaded
bullheaded and pigheaded
dick-headed, a prick, a big headache
I'm sick, quick-witted for every lyric spitted
there are six critics who wait for me to slip with it
so quick this dynamite stick
bury the wick its gonna explode
any minute some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly
do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I'll quit so
stop dwelling, I am not failing
you fuckers are not ready
cause I got jelly like Beyonce's pot belly
this is destiny, yes money
I'm off runnning so get off of me
I'm not slowing or softening.
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Chorus:

No apologies
naw suckers I'm not sorry you can all sue me
ya''ll could be the cause of me
no apologies
y'all feelin' the force of me
no remorse from me
like there was no recourse for me
no apologies
I'm not even acknowledging you at all
till I get a call that God's coming
no apologies
laugh fuckers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while your standing across from me
no apologies.

Verse 2:

My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
but these cellos help just to keep me mellow
hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over emotion just flows over
these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep sayin' it. I cant stress it enough
so keep playin' it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation
while I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' (haha)
fuck yeah I'm a basketcase and I master this rap shit til' my ass gets wasted.
til' my assassination, til' I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mag, a fascination, a taste for disaster and if thats the case then.

Chorus.

No apologies
naw suckers I'm not sorry you can all sue me
ya''ll could be the cause of me
no apologies
y'all feelin' the force of me
no remorse from me
like there was no recourse for me
no apologies
I'm not even acknowledging you at all
till I get a call that God's coming
no apologies
laugh fuckers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while your standing across from me
no apologies.

Verse 3:

This song isn't for you it's for me, A true MC
it's what I do just to see if he still has it and if his skills mastered
he's able to spill raps long after he's killed
that's a, real MC, got you feelin' me
whether willing or unwillingly you still agree
As long as there's still this hunger and will in me
Then expect the longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing and mourning
So I’m warning you don’t coax me its silly
I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
who only reacts when he gets pushed don't be
fooled the press blows up this whole thing
it's stupid, they don't know cause they don't see
that I'm wounded all they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did
thats why i tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
and they can suck my dick while I'm pukin'
and you too you can expect no sympathy from me
I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be
cold as a G my hearts frozen, it don't even beat
so expect no apologies
expect no sympathy from me
I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be
cold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beat
so expect no apologies.

Answer 3

[Intro - Eminem]
[Beatboxing] Yeah, we should do something like that...
[Chorus - 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!
[Verse 1 - 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
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, to clean parts, to shitty parts,
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif'll tell you're ass apart!
A game in this game, crush a motherfuckers free 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,
If I can whip the kick to spit sicker 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 with a frown upside down,
I smile through summan' 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!
[Hook - 50 Cent (Eminem)]
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....