Slimm Shady (feat. Mozzy)

We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe

Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score

When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow

All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door

**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more

Still don't know which lil' **** 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 four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show

Four Nicki on me, I ain't picky with it, I hit you with it

Just gotta come out a couple dollas, they gon' blitz you ****

Gun hot but my gloves on, I'm in the mitten with it

They say he 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 **** Skilla, you see him and trim

Forgies on the five, baby trippin', tryin' to bend my rim

Hit man like, "Point them **** 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 and that boy been in the gym

Lil' kids keep tellin' me I look like Skilla, yeah, I'm him

We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe

Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score

When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow

All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door

**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more

Still don't know which lil' **** 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 four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show

Wolf tickets, that's what's bein' sold, these **** 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 them, pound upon that pussy with these poles

Membership, yellow tape to suckers all I know

Dysfunctional, slightly dozin' off, we 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

Blemishes, resume demolishing his folks

Glass house, should I do the blades or do the spokes?

Cuban link but I still got Frankies and the rope

I'm from Blood gang, somehow I get love from all the locs

G-O-D, Yeeki on my person, that's for sure

Mandatory, never ran from nothin' but parole

Skilla with me, Motor City **** do the most

I got that -ism in me, break her for a trap from the ghost

We gon' see how this shit go when we toe to toe

Every time we see them ****, you know we gon' up the score

When I go, I'ma take lil' bro 'cause I know he blow

All them **** chillin' in the house, we kickin' in the door

**** thought I shot my Philly out, but I got one more

Still don't know which lil' **** 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 four-five, I swear this bitch is not for show