Eminem - Cry Now (Shady Remix) Lyrics

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Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art

Now I feel like we even

See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggaz this evenin

Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin

Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin

Shit they got snitches on the clock gotta watch what I sayin

Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin

Back on my grizzy my nizzy nobody ran with me

And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me

Halftime niggaz and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga

The doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine nigga

Eminem

Ca$his!

Ca$his

Witness the art of war in the physical (geah!)

Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical (uhh c'mon)

And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction (what?)

Ready to throw clips if I'm never dissin you

My aura awards raw to the core and the surface

Of the street when I walk through the door my purpose

Is to move up pull towards you purp'in

Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret

Plot of Bin Laden soul of Mumia

I'm prayin to Proof I'm +Searching for Jerry Garcia+

Talk to my brother gone in the streets of the D

I'm totin the K at hawk niggaz waitin on me

You take the first shot then +Second Round's on Me+

And when you walk on the other side of me and my brother ride

I don't rap for the plaques

My contract's signed just for scraps to get you wacked

Nigga with a gun with a shank with a bat

Take a slug through the lung get it right what you wack nigga

I'm born crazed deranged and more famous

Than clappin down bangers meant for entertainment geah

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Chorus

Stat Quo

Young Stat keep the gat on tuck

Want war I don't give a fuck

Shot 'til you kiss pucker up

It'll lift him up believe me you'll float

The result is your family heartbroke (YEA!)

Lookin like an artichoke vegetable hold stiff

Nigga paralyzed from the neck down my goons stick niggaz

Turn soldiers to stick figures hand on triggers

Real life born killers we roll out like four-wheelers

God shill us from back-stabbers and goldiggers

Tipsy off brown liquor watch me

Obnoxious broads call me cocky

Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey

Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys

From the Benz to the Range to the black jalopy

I'm the shit the only one who ain't heard is Foxy

Formalize the plan no man can stop me

Boss hog Stat Quo understand you COPY?

You COPY?

Chorus

Sound of radio changing stations

Tony Yayo

Shady Shady!

{"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"

Eminem

It's "The Re-Up!"

Echoes

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