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313"(feat. Eye-Kyu)
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]
Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right
I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your
lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the
streets
Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with
ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming
(bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I
made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be
impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that
masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou
Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you
know

[Chorus: Eminem]
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Verse 2: Eminem]
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking
memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be
billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he
showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a
bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with ease
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they
swallowed their
fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become

Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O-1

[Ja Rule]
Yeah
It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me?
R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

[Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita]
Ya'll niggas wanna be dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya'll ain't feelin (who)
Ya'll don't like (who)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda

[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36

[Chorus]

[O1]
We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderuhz)
Muthafucka you heard player (murderuhz)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you"

(Chorus)

Murderuhz.....I...N...C...Ha...Ha...Ha...-fade out-

Taas yks näit päivii, millää ei oo mitää välii
Kävi miten kävi, mä kai synnyin hävii

yo näin o ois luulu oloo helpomaks mut vitut tätä samaa paskaa mut turha tätä o valitaa :( tsori vittu kaikill ku oon ees vittu tääll :/

Mä teen mitä vaa meen minne vaa mut missää ei oo hyvä olla mistä tää kaikki paska johtuu ku se tietäski ./

Mä en tajuu mitä oon menny tekemää mut silti se juttu saa mun elämän kusemaa mull o juttui jotai ei voi saada takas :(

yeah näi kävi ku ei mitää ensiapu juttuu suostuttu tekee :D

joo tuli taas viime öin valvottuu lähes koko yö ku kaikki vitun asiat rupes mietityttää sit ku tuli riitaa viell ni se lisäs sitä vitutust :/ hyvä ku jakso herää taas tänää mut vois se olla kait parempi jos ei heräsi enää ni loppus tää vitun paskan miettimine

You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know

[50 Cent]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause IÂ’m in control
Hypnotic hennessy a couple shots of patron
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ent settled the limit, I ent snapping and popping
Even though IÂ’m bopping my head though IÂ’m just standing there watching
IÂ’ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that IÂ’m paid
And I protect what I got, IÂ’m in a house with my blade
Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe IÂ’ve said it
Cause I want you to trip it, yea I be on that shit hit
You should see when IÂ’m stuntinÂ’, My flash is sposed to be warning
Push the grip see me rollinÂ’, you can tell that IÂ’m holdinÂ’
IÂ’m just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey shady with me, you front youÂ’ll havta get me
Off your ass, IÂ’ll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal itÂ’s nothing but some cash
Lets GoÂ…

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know

[Eminem]
When me and fifÂ’ got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
ItÂ’s no pretend shit its friendship meaning this is assuming
This ent him itÂ’s just media see the image is images
With the shit its new gimmicks, its jus blood in and blood out
When thereÂ’s beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out,
If thereÂ’s a problem we solve it, we donÂ’t resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved

And we should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoeverÂ’s holding the most current beef on theyÂ’re shoulders
And the soldiers got their back s to the toper
But tonight we ent come in here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So itÂ’s Shady, Aftermizath, packinÂ’ that ass
You wizass, comizo what kinda bizucko musician is that?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know

[Cashis]
Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding, J.F.K
H.K to ya chest plate cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever IÂ’ma be a Shady seven four gangsta
Plus IÂ’ll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumping it all beef
You keep talking shit now the squad gone called me

[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dapadon cap of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ent my cup of tea, canÂ’t tell IÂ’ma fucking G?
IÂ’m all automatic when IÂ’m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, IÂ’ma walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And IÂ’m always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?
So what?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya donÂ’t know
Who run it?

"Vitun koulukiusattu, vitun pikkuäpärä, mitä vittuu, vitun homot,
Teidät pitäis kaikki saatana tappaa,
Mikä vitun syy teil on vittu hakkaa jengii vittu kun ne vähän vittu,
Tägää johonkin vitun seinään, vitun homot, vittu,
Vittuun koko vitun virkavalta ja vittu muu vitun laki, saatana."

100 prosenttista vihaa ja väkivaltaa, nyt on aika kostaa,
Käydä kyttii vastaan.
Pikkupojat haluu tulla isona poliisiksi,
Mun mielestä asiat on vituillaan just siksi.
Poliisit on ku lauma vitun pikkupoikia,
Jotka ei osaa erottaa mikä on väärää, mikä oikeaa.
Miten päättäjää voi noin sokeasti palvoo?
Kytät yytsii meitä mut kuka niitä valvoo?
Ne ajelee autollaan edes takas itää
Ja ottaa mut kyytiin vaikken ees tehny vittu mitään.
Jos turhii kyselet, nii ne suoraan pataa vetään.
Vaik nostaisit jutun, ei sua usko ketään.
Näit juttui et tuu koskaan lukee lehdistä,
Koko itäpuoli vihaa miestä sinistä.
Pelko ja viha on vittumainen yhdistelmä.
Kumpi on väärässä, minä vai järjestelmä?

kertosäe:
100 prosenttista vihaa ja väkivaltaa,
En suostu virkavaltaa kunnioittamaan.
100 prosenttista vihaa ja väkivaltaa, väkivaltaa, väkivaltaa.

"Mietipä jos sä oisit vittu kyttä...
Jaksaisit sä istuu vittu tuolla pusikossa tutka kädessä viikon autossa,
Päivästä vitun toiseen ja antaa sakkoja joillekin vitun surkimuksille
Ylinopeudesta?
Sä oot toivonu pääseväs johonkin vitun karhukoplaan
Mut sit sut pannaan johonkin vitun passipoliisiks.
Tää todistaa sen et kytät on tyhmempii ku muut ihmiset.
Niille tehdään testit kyttäkoulus.
Pääseks ne kytiks jos ne on niin vitun fiksuja? Ne ei pääse.
Kytän täytyy olla tyhmä et se jaksaa tehdä sitä paskaa päiväst toiseen.
Ja jos sä aiot kattoo kyttää ylöspäin, sä oot aivan vitun tyhmä jätkä."

Kaikki voi keskenään kelaa tätä hommaa: tossa kävi frendi,
Naitil käytiin vähän bommaa.
Kytät kun sai sen kiinni seiniinpiirtelystä, ne veti sitä pataan,
Vitut kyselyistä.
Pari nikamaa jätkältä murtu niskast
Kun ne vitun siat sen rappui alas viskas.
Spraymaalin suihkutus julkiseen pintaan,
Tapahtu kyl aika vitun kovaan hintaan.
Poliitikot ei tajuu, mitä täällä tapahtuu.
Jos hyvät on puoliks pahoi, kuinka pahat vois ees parantuu.
Ne heittelee jengii turpa ees lasinsiruille,
Paholainen ei anna sympatiaa pikkupiruille.
Niiden rikoksista ei edes jaksa pitää lukua,
Suurimmat gangsterit pitää täällä virkapukua.
Kierrä kytät kaukaa, mitä tahansa voi tapahtua.
Ne siat lukee lakia kuin piru raamattuu.

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Steen Christensen, voiks sitä syyttää?
Sehän vaan pisti kylmäks pari kyttää.
Tommonen tapa pitäis idäs säilyttää ja aina ku kyttä nähä,
Niin sitä turpaan mättää.
Christensen on itäpuolen sankari,
Sille pitäis antaa kytäntappomitali.
Jos sun henkiriepu on sulle edes vähän rakas,
Älä ota turpaan, anna vittu takas.
Tekis mieli ajaa kytät Vuokin telakan päähän,
Ottaa niitten Glockit ja ampuu niitä päähän.
Ja heittää ruumiit mereen Vuokin telakalta,
Keväällä raadot sais löytyy jäiden alta.
Mä en pysty virkavaltaa kunnioittamaan
Enkä syyttömänä turpaan ottamaan.
Mä voin myöntää etten oo ihan viaton,
Mutten läpeensä paha niinku ne vitun siat on.

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