歌词
作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
[00:40.3]And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
[00:48.2]I see you D-12 and thanks, but me need no help
[01:59.1]Shady mother****er, O. Trice's birth
[02:07.9]C**k and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
[02:23.9]Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
[02:26.5]Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth
[02:53.7]I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
[03:14.9]Tried to show him the dog shit , it's dog for life
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
I ain't gonna eat I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe til I see what I wanna see
And what I wanna see is you go to sleep i n the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be sufficient enough
Cuz we are just gonna be enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see either of us，
Coming to terms where we can agree
There ain't gonna be no reason speaking with me
You speak on my seed, then me no speakin Eng-less
So we gonna beef and keep on beefin unless
you're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see this gangsta pee on himself
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, b***h, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
Now go to sleep nigga
Die, mother****er, die! Ugh, time's up, b***h, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, niggas! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes？
And go to sleep nigga! (what?)
Die mother****er die, bye, bye, mother****er, bye, bye! Go to sleep nigga! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die mother****er, ah, ah, ah......（Go to sleep nigga!
We got you niggas, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You **** with a label overseein the Earth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Depicts fiction in his verse，And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Now go to sleep nigga
Die, mother****er, die! Ugh, time's up, b***h, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, nigga! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes？
And go to sleep nigga! (what?)
Die mother****er die, bye, bye, mother****er, bye, bye! Go to sleep nigga! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die mother****er, ah, ah, ah......（Go to sleep nigga!
Hey dog, I'm walk like a beast, talk like the streets
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'm keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sack
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
Now go to sleep nigga
Die, mother****er, die! Ugh, time's up, b***h, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, niggas! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes？
And go to sleep nigga! (what?)
Die mother****er die, bye, bye, mother****er, bye, bye! Go to sleep nigga! (what?)，
Why are you still alive? Why, die mother****er, ah, ah, ah......（Go to sleep nigga!
All you mother****ers! take that！
Here, take this too, nigga! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!
We're killin all you mother****ers dead, all you！
Fake ass gangsters!No more press! No more press!
Rot, mother****ers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, nigga, in the mother****ing dirt
Die nameless, nigga, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha。