The Re-Up (Album Version (Explicit))

We should do something like that, (yeah) Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady There's never been this much of a menace in this game as this And it's the most sinister duo in the business Once again, it's the illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and it's Not over 'til we say it's finished and G-Unit Spinners Will keep spinnin', this is hip-hop, when it's in it's Truest form, the greatest, "Hate us or love us" Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' them pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next? He's already reconciled with his e-, a chainsaw and an axe Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad I've gone mad, my comrade Drezy automatically Says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap If I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass I'm done with this whack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 Cent Nah, Em', tell 'em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif'll tell your ass apart I came in this game crushin' motherfuckers from the start Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch Different day, nothin' change, it's the same shit, trick Teflon wrapped on, 'case I get clapped on D's searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows You rockin' with the kid that spit sicker sick flows I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it E'ryday Dre day, front and 'cause a maylay Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down I smile through somethin' foul, and watch my money pile I'm fuckin' with straight stacks, I'm kickin' you, straight fats I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, go 'head, front, get fucked up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up, no- Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, I hit yo' ass up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up (yeah) Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, it's, "The Re-Up" Shady, shady...