Trife Thieves

Lyrics

[Chorus: Fuzz Scoota] Trife thieves, we can't be trusted Steppin' to my clique the wrong way can get yo' motherfuckin' dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We ain't just shootin' niggas, we buckin' bitches Trife thieves, we can't be trusted Steppin' to my clique the wrong way can get yo' motherfuckin' dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We ain't just shootin' niggas, we buckin' bitches [Verse 1: Bizarre & Eminem] My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door Have ya nigga's falling out like white kids at grocery stores ("Aaah!") Battle Bizarre and it's just too deadly Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still couldn't forget me If I don't get all my fuckin' dough – Y'all gon' see more fights in this bitch than The Jerry Springer Show 'Cause I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy bitch For ten rocks, even a basehead with AIDS would suck my dick 'Cause I'm quick to snatch a nigga out his Polo I'm the reason niggas come ten deep and end up leavin' solo ("I'm by myself!") Me losin'? Y'all niggas must be buggin' We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges ("He won!") I'm the illest rapper to come out thus far I'll shoot anybody – even the bitch who gave me CPR Step to the Outz' and end up getting burned Fuck around, and get raped like one of Bill Clinton's interns [Verse 2: Eminem] I'll shove a gun in ya grill, greasy and heated Smothered in hot mustard, so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it (Eat this) You need to be immediately treated while you're breathin' Or you'll be leavin' the receivin' room this evenin' with Jesus You hate on us and we'll be waitin' on eight corners Swarmin' ya hood with a thousand angry skateboarders ("C'mon!") I'll hop in a Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you And bombard you in the car that your mom bought you Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat Floatin' around, drowned, face down in a boat (Damn) I'll pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull up To the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonald's and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car When it rides by me at ninety miles an hour This place is my house; I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out,  'Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows [Verse 3: Fuzz Scoota] Undress a beez, suck her nips Yeah, she get it the same way that I fuck, chick Stuck my hands in her panties like, "Bitch, suck my dick!" 87 freak, 187 heat, the passion rose, unfastened clothes "You like it in the ass?" is what I'm askin' hoes "Aren't you Fuzz?" Yeah, I sold more albums then the Jacksons – so?! I love you, baby – if I'm not with you, then I'm blastin' fo's Telepathically harrasing foes I know your little sister's fourteen, but her ass done growed Iceberg, took down Titanic, Alaskan cold Giving my fans the exact shit they askin' fo' Fuzz Scoota, fuckin' one-man fashion show Ya'll passing one blunt, bitch, we passing four I'll roll your ass and smoke – take one pull and smoke your head up I'll send you to tell 2Pac to keep his head up I went to the fight, it was really Canibus who didn't get up I knew the shit was over from the fuckin' blood that he spit up Should've ran a couple more miles, should have done some more sit-ups I want his dumb ass to jump up, bitch, and get lit up Call your bitch, like, "Bitch – come and pick this bitch up!" Wanna battle? You should be sweeter than that, I'll get this shit up I'll stomp you 'til you get up Or stomp you to the cops come Eighty nigga's came on your fucking block and got dumb [Chorus: Fuzz Scoota] Trife thieves, we can't be trusted Steppin' to my clique the wrong way can get yo' motherfuckin' dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We ain't just shootin' niggas, we buckin' bitches Trife thieves, we can't be trusted Steppin' to my clique the wrong way can get yo' motherfuckin' dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches We ain't just shootin' niggas, we buckin' bitches