Obie Trice, Eminem, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - We All Die One Day (Benzino & The Source Diss) lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Bruce Mathers III] Detroit, Michigan. U.S.
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Obie Trice, Eminem, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - We All Die One Day Benzino & The Source Diss lyrics]
Yeah! You rocking with the Talk of
New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go!
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie Trice, Go)
Niggas, when I step up in a bar
(uh huh) , faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'mma stand here as a man and
Let some queer-ass
Funny-looking nigga get the upper hand
(hahaha) i got issues, got no time
Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes
(come on) everybody running for their
Motherfucking lives (ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early
Cock back surely open up your fade your gray
Brain meets Motor City pave'
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z
O is an animal, skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell
You slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a nigga tell you
To play the bar hard
Trust in God 'cause you's about to
Get catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret right by the nuts
A 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5
High make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks
And make my cash stretch
Longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail
Make them wanna finish they last set
They say you live by the gun
You die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one
You don't think I pack the pump
'cause I'm out the hood?
That's a stereotype
Like everybody that's Black can jump
I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done
Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them
Out in Dallas to the Palace
Where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish I'm established
So the cabbage'll come i'm in the clouds
You don't see me on the train
I travel first class
You ain't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name 'cause
I ain't going back and forth
Your boss and your captain soft (BITCH)
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
'Cause we gon' bring it to
Anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em chew
'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving
In my direction to lose
My shoes will explode as soon as
You go to step in them (BOOM)
You know how we do it when we do
How we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we
All move like assassins
Ski mask and gloves consider
This as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you
Can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast
Fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers, my vato
Will have you shot, though
Dragged through the barrio and
Fucked like Kim Osorio's
Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like
Fucking Cypress Hill (break it down)
Did in the '90s
When you was in diapers still shady Records
You better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough secondhand to
Make my fucking PO choke (yeah)
I'm an OG, you're fucking with a GI joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting
Baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on
Humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back
Or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you
Like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen
Dog i'll show you how to kill a
Fucking man like Sen Dog
(Bring it, bring it, bring it back)
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts
And you can get each one for free so feast up
(uh huh) i'll pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter please come
'Cause we gon'
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
You name 'em and we'll hit 'em
Chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Hock-ptui Too much venom and if
You roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups
To pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg
To pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after
That shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God
'cause I bring death (goddamn)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around
You know how I get down (woo)
I watch gangsta flicks and root
For the bad guy
And turn it off before it end
'cause the bad guy die (c'mon)
If you trying to buy guns
I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on
Them? They still look new (yeah)
You can raise your voice like
You fitting to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit
I'm fitting to cut something
They say I walk like Ron O'Neal
And talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her
The bitch don't know me
Hahaha, sorry Kim (Oh, sorry, oh)
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go!
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie Trice, Go)
Niggas, when I step up in a bar
(uh huh) , faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'mma stand here as a man and
Let some queer-ass
Funny-looking nigga get the upper hand
(hahaha) i got issues, got no time
Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes
(come on) everybody running for their
Motherfucking lives (ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early
Cock back surely open up your fade your gray
Brain meets Motor City pave'
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z
O is an animal, skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell
You slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a nigga tell you
To play the bar hard
Trust in God 'cause you's about to
Get catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret right by the nuts
A 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5
High make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks
And make my cash stretch
Longer than giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail
Make them wanna finish they last set
They say you live by the gun
You die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one
You don't think I pack the pump
'cause I'm out the hood?
That's a stereotype
Like everybody that's Black can jump
I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done
Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them
Out in Dallas to the Palace
Where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish I'm established
So the cabbage'll come i'm in the clouds
You don't see me on the train
I travel first class
You ain't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name 'cause
I ain't going back and forth
Your boss and your captain soft (BITCH)
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
'Cause we gon' bring it to
Anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em chew
'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving
In my direction to lose
My shoes will explode as soon as
You go to step in them (BOOM)
You know how we do it when we do
How we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we
All move like assassins
Ski mask and gloves consider
This as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you
Can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast
Fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers, my vato
Will have you shot, though
Dragged through the barrio and
Fucked like Kim Osorio's
Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like
Fucking Cypress Hill (break it down)
Did in the '90s
When you was in diapers still shady Records
You better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough secondhand to
Make my fucking PO choke (yeah)
I'm an OG, you're fucking with a GI joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting
Baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on
Humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back
Or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you
Like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen
Dog i'll show you how to kill a
Fucking man like Sen Dog
(Bring it, bring it, bring it back)
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts
And you can get each one for free so feast up
(uh huh) i'll pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter please come
'Cause we gon'
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
You name 'em and we'll hit 'em
Chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Hock-ptui Too much venom and if
You roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups
To pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg
To pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after
That shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God
'cause I bring death (goddamn)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around
You know how I get down (woo)
I watch gangsta flicks and root
For the bad guy
And turn it off before it end
'cause the bad guy die (c'mon)
If you trying to buy guns
I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on
Them? They still look new (yeah)
You can raise your voice like
You fitting to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit
I'm fitting to cut something
They say I walk like Ron O'Neal
And talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her
The bitch don't know me
Hahaha, sorry Kim (Oh, sorry, oh)
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn
'cause I don't have to
You could run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is a last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime
Unless they catch you we all die one day
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