Eminem We’re Back Lyrics

We’re Back Lyrics

Shady

We're back



Nothing can stop and nothing can change it

And you better just make new livin' arrangements

If you think you 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 the best at this and I'm best at that

But I don't hear my name, no name brought up in rap

And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that

But when they say one of the best



I'm nowhere thought up as that, not even the same league

As Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe

The 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 all I hear is pop tunes come on the Radio

And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily



And they very well maybe the same reason they don't say me

When they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me

'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream

And make it big b-b-big b-b-baby



So maybe the eighties made me crazy

I've been tryin' to get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady

Gave me the gate key, paved the way

So lately, my stakes gets better each day



Replay my relay race

When I was chasin' the afee at eighteen

Eight 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, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze

Critics expecting me to underachieve



I just deal with the hate I receive

By rolling back my sleeves sure was a breeze

I bring him right to his knees

And tell him "Suck my dick" I 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 G's and claim they runnin' shit nigga I run me

As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me

The same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E



Folk in the hood be askin', where I be

Dogg, 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 Belvee

I'ma die wealthy

Boss in the game, what the fuck they gon' tell me?

A towns auntre, 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 wid him

Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them



Stand a chance, at the dance, without a Bow tie

Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti

So high, of the light that they have given me

And the haters like a shofurr because it's driven me



To a view with a vendetta I am the apitomee

I don't give a fuck about ya nigga I'm just livin' me

We the reason for the season so I'm breezin' through the track

Nigga



Shady

Cashis



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 lived in me



I take life through the pen, by the way I'ma see

Or have you raped in the pen like American meat

I'm connected gettin' 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, D's 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

Ha! I told you we was back

We're back