Eminem, 50 Cent - The Re-Up lyrics

Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, we should
Do something like that, yeah
(yeah)

Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck! (Haha)
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up!
(Woo) boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, b boom Shady!

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
It's 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
Sticking them 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
A chainsaw and an axe
Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck
While we have sex
While Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the facts, 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 Dreezy automatically
Says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs
But it's made me off track (Bl la la)
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 whack-ass rap
Kiss my black ass!

(Yes) 50 Cent

Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my
Black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks
The fif'll tear your ass apart
I came in this game crushing
Motherfuckers from the start
Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich
Bitch different day, nothing change, it's
The same shit, trick
(Uh, huh)
Teflon wrapped on, 'case I get clapped on
(Oh) d's searching the whip
Glad I left the MAC home
Still grinding, still shining, nigga
Lord knows you rocking with the kid to
Spit sicker sick flows (Woo)
I carried Game's style for nine months
And gave birth to it (Haha)
Now I'm feeling like a proud
Father watching him do it
Every day Dre day, front and cause a melee
Turn the town upside down with
A frown upside down
I smile through something foul
And watch my money pile
I'm fucking with straight stacks
I'm kicking you straight facts
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it
Bring me mines right back! (Now)

Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, go 'head front
Get fucked up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up!
(Now) boom boom chuck, boom b boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, I hit your 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