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Artist Eminem
Song lyrics The Realest Label from Various Songs album.

[Eminem:]
So let's get down to business,
I don't got no time to play around
What is this, what is this
The invasion
Green lantern
The infiltration
We comin
I got 50 Cent,
I got G-UNIT,
D twizzy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice
So watch what you say,
'fore you call our name
cuz you say one more thing,
and it won't be nice

Here we go I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit
Sooner or later you little haters
are too jealous of us to love us
you hate it
G-UNIT made it
And Obies comin, D twizzis comin,
ya sick to ya stomach
50 percent of it is 50 Cent
the other 50 percent of it's whose color of skin it is
but if you even considerin
Takin our label down
you better find our building
and fly a fuckin plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get to intriquite into it
i'm just tryin to give you a little hint for ya own benefit
cuz then it's just gonna get to the point
where it escalates into some otha shit
then imma flip
them imma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Wont be able to tell if it's 2 pairs or it's one
Cuz it's gonna feel like so many feet kickin you
You'll think nike just made these innercleet tennis shoe
i dont know what it is or what it could be
but i get a woody when these pussies try to push me
thinkin they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
yall tickle me pink ,I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
hickory dickory dock tickity tock tickity
a little bit of da diggidy dock diggidy
mixed wit a lil bit of the jigga ji jigga
wit a small pinch of biggie look at me im just the bomb diggity

[Chorus:]
We the realest label
don't try to act like u dont feel our label
cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, d twizzy, G-unit, 50, Shady Records we the label fa sho

We the realest label
don't try to act like u dont feel our label
cuz we gon' fuck around and steal ur paper
Obie, d twizzy, G-unit, 50 we gon kill your fuckin' label fa sho

Yeah!
Shady in aplace to B-C
And I ot what it takes to rock da mic right?
still watch what you say to me punk
cuz I'm off probation in less than 6 months

HAHA --- WOO

Shady Records
Still Aftermath
and dont think we dont hear you mothafuckas talkin
Cuz we do, we see yall
but we just gon sit back for a minute and watch what the fuck yall do

[Biggie:]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

[Chorus]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! (x2)

[Biggie:]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale,
where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha

[Chorus:]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! (x2)


[50 Cent:]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let them people fill you up wit octane
I'm not playin
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass so propa'
Theres no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city, and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus:]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! (x2)


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