| The way I growed up, sho' nuff, chips on my shoulder
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| Knew about that cola when I was in a stroller
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| But came ahold of choppin them boulders gettin older
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| Wantin a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin quotas
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| Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
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| When movin the wrong direction ain’t no flesh and then it’s over
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| You on that doja, G.I. |
| Joe shit but you ain’t a soldier
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| Chopper or fold ya, you not cobra commander, you bozo
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| I’m the composer, writer of murder, the odor
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| Leakin out of your body, temperature is gettin colder
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| But you sweatin and dizzy like a person who ain’t sober
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| Realizin your life is comin quickly to a closure
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| Losin composure, out of breath like you underwater
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| Twenty seconds in the game, and it’s the fourth quarter
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| Primetime, «Dateline» are the best exposure
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| Now you’re still, on the news and everybody knows ya
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| Yeahhhh, YEA!
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| By, my, side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they won’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they don’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh; |
| by my side (ooh)
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| Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun
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| Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun)
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| Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko negro
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| They know that I just fuck and be gone (gone)
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| Drivin crazy halfway dumb
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| Don’t stop even when the law come, believe every word out my lungs
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| I’m losin it, snappin huh, this ain’t just no rappin uh
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| Back all the way back when you see that strap cause it go ra-tata-ta
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| Are you ready to die tell me why you choose to tell me in my
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| Face, have your body dry, pack that fire, look in my eye
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| Have your spirit below me or floatin in the fuckin sky
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| All black is my attire, lookin like a umpire
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| Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
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| Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh, YEA!
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| By, my, side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they won’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they don’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh; |
| by my side (ooh)
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| The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it’s thriller
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| Put four in your head, have you floatin off in a river
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| It’s cold, you shook, we crooks, your body’ll quiver
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| These rappers so tough but really they softer than pillows
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| Or chinchilla or Twinkie filler, hone of a realer
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| They turn to serial assassins for some scrilla
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| Now me could see I mean him, yes this nigga
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| Stays true to what I do cause I keeps it realer
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| Be for real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
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| It’s serious business shorty, nothin is more iller
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| No discrimination, you could be chocolate or vanilla
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| And find yourself in the presence of a fuckin killer
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh yeahhhh, YEA!
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| By, my, side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they won’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| To all the niggas tryin to get me it’s — by my side
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| I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s — by my side
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| I’m makin sure they don’t forget me it’s — by my side
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| Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh; |
| by my side (ooh)
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| By my side, by my side
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| It’s «The Re-Up» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By My Side, artist - Stat Quo. Album song Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп