| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up!
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| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady!
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| There’s never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
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| And it’s the, most sinister duo in the business
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| Once again its the, illest and realest killas
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| The most villainous, Dre protege, Shady apprentice
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| Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
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| Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it’s
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| Not over till we say it’s finished and G-Unit spinners
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| Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it’s in it’s
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| Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us
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| Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us
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| Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
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| The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
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| And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
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| Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
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| To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
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| He’s already reconciled with his, a chainsaw and an axe
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| Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck
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| While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax
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| I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back
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| The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
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| Resurrect, I never left, baby, I’m bad
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| I’ve gone mad, my comrade Dre-zie automatically
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| Says I’m too broke to fix, way beyond that
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| I may be off drugs, but it’s made me off track
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| In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
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| I ever do spit, I’ll never do shit, that’s that
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| Fuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
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| I’m done with this whack ass rap, kiss my black ass!
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| Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts
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| My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif’ll tear you’re ass apart
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| I came in this game crushin' motherfuckers from the start
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| Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch
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| Different day, nothing change, it’s the same shit, trick
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| Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on
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| D’s searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home
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| Still grinding, still shining, nigga lord knows
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| You rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows
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| I carried Game’s style for nine months and gave birth to it
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| Now I’m feeling like a proud father watching him do it
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| Everyday Dre day, front and cause a melee
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| Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down
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| I smile through something fowl, and watch my money pile
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| I’m fucking with straight stacks, I’m kicking you straight facts
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| I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back!
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| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, Go 'head front, get fucked up!
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| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up!
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| Now boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, I hit your ass up!
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| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up! |
| (Yeah!)
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| Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
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| Boom boom chuck, (It's the Re-Up!)
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| Shady, Shady |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Re-Up, artist - Eminem. Album song Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп