Back Against The Wall

Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] What the Fuck? Hey yo Whoo Kid run that shit back God damn! [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Guess who's back motherfucker I'm back (yeah) Guess who's back motherfucker I'm back Yeah listen Now I'ma do this like my life depending on it My kids and my wife depending on it Everything in life I wanted, I own it I can kick my feet up and relax if I wanted it to But I'm back in the lab, making my next murder move Giving a murderer something to go and murder to So they can celebrate when they're making the breaking news Niggas hate when you're elevating, you're making moves A lots changed, the same game with different rules Make a nigga cold hearted, niggas they got it lost it Niggas better be conscious, nigga better be softly We ain't taking no losses, bigger deals means bigger office The blue steel will keep them niggas off us I blew the trial because I hung the jury Shit, look what them streets done done to me [Hook: Sly] In a stone cold world I'm living, yeah This is what you wanted Look what you make me Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out? Gotta choose, live or die—should I burn it down? Back against the wall I'ma get it off The streets teach no mercy Look what you created, a murderer Just like the DJ when I turn it up Back against the wall I'ma get it off [Verse 2: Slim The Mobster] Yeah I'ma get it off like Kobe at the buzzer Take it back to the gutter, turn powder into butter Watch the money pile up, I'm a certified hustler And I will go out the G-way, boy, what you expect? Oh money, one of them Freeway boys I make bundles off of bundles, ran the ball, never fumble Playin' in the convict jungle, apply pressure till they crumble A quarter pound of the hundo, fuck around and my gun go Click, tall as the jungle, my Uzi weigh a ton though Introducing my young ho to taking bags out the Louis store Brand new convertible she probably never seen before Oh yeah, I'm leaning low, niggas know I'm scheming though And put bullets wherever that the Beamer go Blew a few hundred thousands for my new jewellery Look what the streets gone done to me [Hook: Sly] In a stone cold world I'm living, yeah This is what you wanted, yeah Look what you make me Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out? Gotta choose, live or die—should I burn it down? Back against the wall, I'ma get it off The streets teach no mercy Look what you created, a murderer Just like the DJ when I turn it up Back against the wall, I'ma get it off