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letra de spit shine - (xzibit) - eminem

verse 1
i ‘ma clean this whole sh-t out like climax,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
g-ssoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, i’m to throue n-gg-, so stand back,
i spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
i’m strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch n-gg-‘s b-tch up and go through changes,
i had gun’s before guns was in fashion,
i mashed out before n-gg-s knew mashin,
i knew terror before the plane started crashin,
i got punch lines and n-gg-‘s aint laughin…

chorus

i’m gon be here after the smoke dye down,
insomnia style i won’t lye down,
fight the good fight don’t need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like i move and live lifelong ,
can’t move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own sh-t cause this sh-t’s mine,
every time i spit, i shine

verse 2

c-ck-sucker i preach what i practise,
back sh-t up, wrap this, rap sh-t up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an acuva,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
x turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don’t f-ck with gay sh-t,
so i guess that means i cant f-ck with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherf-cker with problems and not get caught,
i was blessed with life when i cursed to death,
i’m a spit till my very last breath…

(f-ck yall)

chorus

verse 3

let me get a three second look, i hit a million dollar target,
you ain’t came up yet well n-gg-‘ let me show ya, (aaaa)
come across dope like planes and boats,
like baloons filled with c-ke, down a mexican’s throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and sh-t on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can’t stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one n-gg- talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
i say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the b-tch,
x go head up, the f-ck never ran from it,
i got engadged with buck shots that you can’t stomach,
you ain’t a killer you a alb-m filler,
you ain’t a soldier you a rap premoter,
game over…

chorus

- eminem

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