Trick Trick, Proof, Eminem - No Words lyrics

You know what the days of talkin is over
It ain't too much mo' we can say
To try to get these, different individuals
InRead invented by Teads
Or motherfuckers as I like to call 'em
To just, shut the fuck up let's go

You witnessed the ass whoopin
Bones got broke when the 50-cal blast
Couldn't last through the smoke
As you choke, pay attention
Bear witness to this motherfucker twitchin
You excited cause none of
The bullets hit you, they missed you
And we ain't trippin, wasn't after you
But, you PISSED
Just like a bitch when niggas laughed at you
Now you agitated a little bit
Actin just like a little bitch
I figured that you would surface and knew
You happened to manage to pop shit
Sayin "Trick that, Trick this"
When the balls that you had
Left when I popped him
You shoulda died with him
Body and soul coulda burned
I'ma keep killin these bitches
'til everybody learn fuck time
And it's time these fuckers just start dyin
I ain't sayin this for sake of this rhyme
And I ain't LYIN
I'm man enough to say it and mean it
Niggas can be gone
I'ma do another verse but it ain't
Much more I can SPEAK on!

There's nothing more these words can say
(can say) this hard headed motherfucker just
Won't let it lay (let it lay)
So say a prayer for this player
Cause he's going to his grave (to his grave)
So stand clear
Bitches better get the fuck out my way
(my way)

Let me show you how I
Started as a starvin artist
This is Proof with the truth
Regardless of all this (for real)
As my CEO and best friend of the essence
Of why nobody in Detroit wan' test him (huh?)
Lesson learned, flesh get burned
Tecs in turn
A scar harder than a press and burn
Everlast the beef is over
You can sleep this over
Clique been filled the streets with soldiers
Includin me, I move and creep with uzi fleets
That choose to lead
I'll put your dudes to sleep
Who is he? (Trick) Trick, no treat
That street life
AK that still'll lift your feet (blaow)
The rest of these niggas is comical
I'mma go abominable
Split like a domino, rhymin' pro
Shine without a diamond
Go Geronimo to any man with balls
Murder you bitches
Still screamin' "fuck the law!"

There's nothing more these words can say
(can say) this hard headed motherfucker just
Won't let it lay (let it lay)
So say a prayer for this player
Cause he's going to his grave (to his grave)
So stand clear
Bitches better get the fuck out my way
(my way)

Since talkin about it is
Considered as conversation
Then I'm more than HAPPY to
Be the sponsor of demonstrations
From beatin these cases to bustin in
Faces and bustin these K's
Niggas gon' act like they
Don't wanna act right
Fuck THAT! Had to begin settin the trend
Of organizin a mob, and bringin it to an end
The levels of toleration'll cease
For givin passes
That's why my reputation precedes
For beatin asses
Entertainers, they take it as a joke
And they tend to provoke
An up-and-comin undergrad motherfuckers
Got me mad fuck it
I'mma give it to 'em if
You really gon' do 'em
If this motherfucker even BLINKS
Put a clip into him
Don't even think of negotiatin a treaty
The reason most of these niggas is
Hatin is cause they greedy
Uncovered another man's SHIT
Now that's a real bitch
Now the NEXT motherfucker gon' DIE
That's IT!

There's nothing more these words can say
(can say) this hard headed motherfucker just
Won't let it lay (let it lay)
So say a prayer for this player
Cause he's going to his grave (to his grave)
So stand clear
Bitches better get the fuck out my way
(my way)

Kill one of you bitches