We're Back - Eminem, Obie Trice, Stat Quo

Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it

You better just make new livin' arrangements

If you think you the top and king of the castle

You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole

All I hear is I’m best at this and I’m best at that

But I don’t hear my name, no, ne’er brought up in rap

And I don’t usually trip or dare get caught up in that

But when they say «one of the best», I’m nowhere thought of as that

Not even the same league as Jay-Z, Nas, Pac

Biggie, or maybe they’ll name me somewhere down at the bottom

Right after AZ, or say he

Ripped that Biggie verse, or that Jay-Z

«Yo, his verses were crazy, on that 'Renegade', B!

But I ain’t never bought no whole CD of Shady

And all I hear is pop tunes come on the radi-

-o, and they play 'em twenty times in a row daily»

And that very well maybe the same reason they don’t say me

When they speak on hip-hop legends, which has amazed me

'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream

And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby

So maybe the eighties made me crazy

I’ve been tryna get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady

Gave me the gate key, paved the way

So lately, my stakes get better each day

Replay my relay race, when I was chasin' the 8V at eighteen

Eight years later, his voice in Beijing

No choice, I chase cream, so

Shady, we’re back!

(Stat Quo! Get 'em!)

This is what I eat, sleep and breathe and feed

My kids wit', it fulfill all my family needs (Come on)

I treat the mic like the block, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze

Critics expectin' me to underachieve

I just deal with the hate I receive by rollin' back my sleeves

Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his knees

And tell him «Suck my dick,» take a bow and I leave (Woo)

With a sack full of unmarked cheese, I find it hard to believe

Who to pull or proceed to be G’s

And claim they runnin' shit, nigga, I run me (I run me!)

As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me

That same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E

Folk in the hood be askin' where I be

Dawg, I’m out in Hawaii, don’t like it?

Drink my pee

Record song for the «Detox» LP

Feet don’t fail he

Niggas got me bent like Cranberry and Belvee, I’ma die wealthy

Boss in the game, what the fuck they gon' tell me?

A-Town's entrée Aftermath, Shady!

Shady, we’re back!

(Bobby Creek!)

What up?

Y’all market y’all block, they sent me to corner that (Gimme that)

Rap game’s an old flame, my nigga, I want 'em back ()

Like mic check, pimp for what it’s worth, I got the right net (Pssh)

Sittin' here, excited by some shit that ain’t right yet

No regret, live by a code you don’t know 'bout (Yeah)

Y’all niggas won’t be satisfied 'til I show out ()

Go out on a limb with Em, 'cause I’m with him

Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them

(None of them) Stand a chance, at the dance without a bowtie (No, you don’t)

Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti ()

So high off the light that they have given me

And the haters like a chauffeur, because it’s driven me (Pssh)

To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome (That's)

I don’t give a fuck about ya, nigga, I’m just livin' me

We the reason for the season, so I’m breezin' through the track, nigga

Shady!

(Ca$his!)

I can prove I’m here to do somethin' you’d never do (Do)

From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue ('Nue)

I ain’t been to a function, where I ain’t snuck a weapon through (Uh)

'Cause my background reveals a one eight seven too

To the block, I’m the truth, to the cops, I’m the proof

Of this, and niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot

I carry over my street ethics to the booth

And the shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth

The difference between me and you, I already done it (What?)

And lived the street life niggas run away from, if (Yeah)

You follow my life, in a midwest blunted

Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach (Uh)

You can find me right now, on the C.A.

streets

I’m on the roof of the buildin', shootin' at police (What? Yeah)

Some of the homies feel opposition, can’t kill me

I’m a walkin' obituary, death live in me (Uh)

I take life through the pen, by the way, I’ma see (Uh, oh, ha)

Or have you raped in the pen, like American meat (Yeah, pussy)

I’m connected, gettin' weight from MS 13

With SKs, ARs and Mini 14s

I’m Ca$his, the last of the real, wit' a strap

On Prozac, D’s and E-Pills, it’s a wrap

Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack

I’m in a lifetime contract, Shady’s back

Nigga

Shady, we’re back!

(Ha! I told you we was back!)

Ha!

*pbbt* (What?)