Slimm Shady

Lyrics

[Intro: Skilla Baby] (Whit locked and loaded) Hmm (Haha, Zai, can you turn it up a little bit?) Ha [Chorus: Skilla Baby] We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it Just gotta come out a couple dollars, they gon' blitz you niggas Gun hot but my glovеs on, I'm in the mitten with it They say hе a pussy, so don't kill him, fuck it, pistol whip him They say that they on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause I been on them Every time I get mad or bored, we go spin on them Every time you see that nigga Skilla, you see him and trim Forgis on the five, baby trippin', tryna bend my rim Hit man like, "Point them nigga out," I'm like, "Them and them" Surgical with my shit, I change his face like Lil Kim Every week I drop another song, that's another M I don't see certain rappers in my city, they like Eminem If I had to chose between them and them and them, Eminem I had to cop the plain presi', it's a gem Lil' bro gettin' shots up, man, that boy been in the gym Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him (Ha) [Chorus: Skilla Baby] We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show [Verse 2: Mozzy] Yeah, wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these niggas hoes Cold feet 'posed to be a stepper but he froze Line of scrimmage, that's what we gon' push if it's a go Jump out on 'em, pound upon that pussy with these poles (Yeah) Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know (All I know) Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we all on dope (All on dope) Send a kite, pull on level four, I get you poked Crack a pint, he don't get no Styro' 'cause he broke (Broke nigga) Blemishes, resume demolishin' his folks (Shh) Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes? Cuban links, but I still got Frankies and the rope I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs (Yeah) G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole (Fuck 'em) Skilla with me, Motor City nigga do the most I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap, I'm from the ghost [Chorus: Skilla Baby] We gon' see how this shit go when we toe-to-toe Every time we see them niggas, you know we gon' up the score When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow All them niggas chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door Nigga thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more Still don't know which lil' nigga shot me, but he know he owe They say they ain't scared of me, they scared of Bo and Mike Mo You know I keep my .45, I swear this bitch is not for show