We're Back

Shady, we're back Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it You better just make new living arrangements If you think you're the top and king of the castle You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is, I'm best at this and I'm best at that But I don't hear my name no, ne'er brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that Not even the same league as Jay-Z Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they'll name me Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ Or say "he ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay-Z Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-I-o And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily" And that very well may be the same reason they don't say me When they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream And make it big-big-big-big-b-baby So maybe the 80s made me crazy, I been tryna get my weight Up since the Ace Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paved the way So lately my stakes get better each day, replay my relay race When I was chasin' the a fey at 18, 8 years later his voice in Beijing No choice I chase cream so Shady (Stat Quo!), we're back This is what I eat, sleep, and breath and feed my kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon) I treat the mic like the block, fought with my rocks and squeeze Critics expecting me to under achieve I just deal with the hate I receive by rollin' back my sleeves Sure was a breeze I bring him right to his knees? And tell him suck my dick, take a bow and leave with a sack full of unmarked cheese, I find it hard to believe Who to pull or proceed to be Gs and claim they runnin' shit, nigga I run me, I run me As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me, that same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E Folk in the hood be asking where I be, dawg I'm out in Hawaii, don't like it drink my pee Record song for the Detox LP, feet don't fail he, niggas got me bent like Cranberry and Bellvee? I'm 'a die wealthy, boss in the game, what the fuck they goin' tell me, A-Town's entrée, Aftermath Shady Shady (Bobby Creek!), we're back Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back Like mic check, pimp for what it's worth, I got the right net Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout Y'all niggas won't be certified 'till I show I Go out on a limb with Em, 'cause I'm with him Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them (None of them) stand a chance, at the dance without a bowtie Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti So high, of the light that they have given me And the haters like a chauffeur because it's driven me To a view with a vendetta I am the epitome I don't give a fuck about ya nigga, I'm just living me We the reason for the season So I'm breezing through the track, nigga Shady I can prove I'm here to do something you never do From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue I ain't been to a function, where I ain't snuck a weapon through 'Cause my background reveals a one eight seven too To the block, I'm the truth, to the cops, I'm the proof of this And niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot I carry over my street ethics, to the booth And the shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth The difference between me and you, I already done it And lived the street life, niggas run away from if You follow my life, in a Midwest blunted Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting at police Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me I'm a walking obituary, death live in me I take life through the pen, by the way, I'mma see Or have you raped in the pen, like American meat I'm connected getting weight from MS 13 With S.K.'s, A.R.'s and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, Ds and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack I'm in a lifetime contract, Shady's back Nigga Shady, we're back Ha, I told you we was back What Ha ha ha