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((Eminem)) I Ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breath till I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently...you just being hurt This ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be Sufficient enough...cuz we...are just going to be...enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see...either of us Coming to terms...well we can agree There ain't gonna be No reasoning, speaking with me You speak on my seed, then me no speak ah Eng-less So we going to beef, and keep on beefing unless You gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you going to see A deamon unleashed in me, that you never seen And you going to see this gangsta pee on himself I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need 15 of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you 'gon know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on bitch show me..pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was going to do That's what I thought Your pitiful, I'm rid of you All you, Ja You'll get it too [chorus] Now go to sleep bitch Die, Motherfucker, die Uh, times up bitch, close your eyes Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? How many times, I gotta say close your eyes And go to sleep bitch (what!) Die, motherfucker, die...bye, bye motherfucker, bye ahh Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die motherfucker...haa, haa, haa (go to sleep bitch) ((Obie Trice)) We got you niggas nervous, on purpose To hurt ya focus...yous' not emcees, yous' worthless Yous' not them G's, yous' a circus Yous' no appeal, please...You's curtains You use words, kewl herds slurred in 2000 third...yous' perpin Yous' no threat, who's ya servin' When lyrically I'mma bury you beneath the dirt, when You fucked with a label overseein' the Earth Shady motherfucker, O-Trice is birth And as I mold, I become more cursed So we can put down the verse Take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse, is he who Depicts fiction in this verse And as I breathe and you be deceased The world beieve, you decieve just to speak Yous' not the streets, yous' the desk Use not your chest, nigga, use your vest Before two shoes you rest, you chose death Six feet deep nigga, thats the depth [chorus] Now go to sleep bitch Die, Motherfucker, die Uh, times up bitch, close your eyes Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? How many times, I gotta say close your eyes And go to sleep bitch (what!) Die, motherfucker, die...bye, bye motherfucker, bye ahh Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die motherfucker...haa, haa, haa (go to sleep bitch) ((DMX)) Big Dog, I'ma walk like a beast (yeah) Talk like the streets (yeah) I'ma stay blazing New York, with the heat (yeah) Stalk on a beat (yeah) Walk with my feet (uh) Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet (what!) Peep how I'm moving (uh huh) Peep where I'm going (uh huh) Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowing (wooo) But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy going, but the same one that started the fight He be knowin' how dog get, when dog 'gon bite (uh) Tried to show 'em the dog shit, the dog for life (uh) Grand champ, and my bloodline is tight (what!) 'Cuz it's all good (uh Its alright (c'mon) Niggas tried to holla But couldn't holla back Now they gots'ta swallow, everything in the sack Bloodline man, we can go track for track Damn dog, why you had to do them niggas like that? [chorus] Now go to sleep bitch Die, Motherfucker, die Uh, times up bitch, close your eyes Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? How many times, I gotta say close your eyes And go to sleep bitch (what!) Die, motherfucker, die...bye, bye motherfucker, bye ahh Go to sleep bitch (what!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die motherfucker...haa, haa, haa (go to sleep bitch) ((Eminem: talking)) All of you motherfuckers...(shots fired)...take that (uh) Here take this too bitch...(more shots fired) Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, waaaaaaaaahoooo We killing all you motherfuckers dead All of you...fake ass gangstas No more press, no more press Rot motherfuckers, rot (uh huh) Decay...in the dirt, bitch In the motherfucking dirt!!! Die nameless, bitch...die nameless No more fame!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha. Yo X c'mon man (wooo) Obie, lets go. Haha |