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The Re-Up

We should do something like that

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up

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 'til 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 stickin' 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

Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck

While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax

I sprays the vex, 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 Drezy automatically

He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that

I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track

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 wack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 Cent

Nah, 'em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass

The clean parts, the shitty parts

My bullet wounds, my beauty marks

The Fif'll tell you're ass apart

A came in this game

Crush a motherfuckers from tha start

Shady paid me, Shady crazy

Fifty crazy rich, bitch

Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick

Teflon wrapped on case I get clapped on

D's searching the whip, glad I left the mac home

Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows

You're rockin' with the kid that spit sicka sick flows

I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it

Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it

E'eryday Dre day, front and 'cause a maylay

Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down

I smile through sumthin' fowl, and watch my money pile

I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you stripped fats

I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, go 'head, funky funk up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, I hit yo' ass up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck

Boom boom chuck, it's the re-up

Shady

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