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letra de we shine - da ruckus

[featuring eminem]
real -echoes-
chorus: samples 4x
“bust it rugged shine like a gold nugget” (what they know about
this?)
“when i bust on the mic i bust a real hard rhyme” > keith murray
“every time i pick up the microphone i drug it (what they know about
this?)
“when i bust on the mic i bust a real hard rhyme” > keith murray
[verse one]
i’m rockin sh-t packin sh-t while stackin sh-t
if anyone steps up askin sh-t, i’m blastin sh-t
you gone phase me, but swingin like peter parker
motherf-ck the shop, i’ll wreck the godd-mn barber
forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
you couldn’t be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
i told you once, but you forget so here’s a flashback
“you couldn’t be sh-t, if you came out my -sscrack”
stop frontin kid, you know you ain’t paid
and the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
grade
ain’t nothin lyrical about you but your lies
so cut the sh-t, cause its startin to draw flies
you’re played like my five-year old’s newborn toys
don’t know sh-t about chicago, but i could still make illa noyz
like robin leech i display stylish ways
thats rough like my face when i haven’t shaved in days
listen up, all these words take heed
when i c-ck and squeeze, no more mc’s breathe (none)
i’m sick of this, here’s my final dis
f-ck you dumb n-gg-z you ain’t sh-t like this
chorus: 2x
[eminem]
my smith and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
got your family lookin for your -ss on sally jesse
we squash beef in the mo’, when you ain’t breathin no more
leavin your skull split like steven seagal
let the cat out, flat out, detroit’s a mad house
so i don’t get offended when i hear my city badmouthed
we quick to pull the gat out and set it
and leave you with more sh-t missin than a lil’ kim radio edit
stick up kids be tryin to live paid
you get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
get the guage, c-ck it back, empty your pockets, jack
or i’ma send you flyin like a rocketpack
murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
break into your crib still your sh-t and lock it back
ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats
just for livin nowadays’ll get you flocked with bats
where i’m from… yaknow what’m sayin?, that’s some old detroit sh-t
y’all wouldn’t know about that sh-t, though. less you come
to my city, ya know what’m sayin? see where we live,
cause we shine
chorus: 2x
[hush]

mc’s put detroit up in they rap songs
cause without us there careers wouldn’t last long
so like a generation we’ve been p-ssed on
now its our time to shine, put your gl-sses on
got these a & r’s and labels with binoculars
lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
usin loops that transcend every b-tch in you
don’t ever try to say this is a ghost town
one million rappers in this b-tch, they need to slow down
evualute the situation, all the rest are killers
fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug dealers
two years in the joint, n-body’s touchin hush
try to say you’ll put us down, but your under us
now who the f-ck are you? its just coincidental
when your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
your just a phone-tapper with no backbone
talkin sh-t, i got a clique that only pack chrome
have your -ss gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
next time you’ll think twice of who you f-ckin wit
chorus: 3 and 1/4

- da ruckus

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