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 an' I'm best at that

But I don't hear my name, no man 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 80's made me crazy, I been tryin' to get my weight

Up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paved the ways

So lately mind state's get better each day, replay my relay race

When I was chasin' the a fey at 18, eight years later his voice in Beijing

No choice, I chase cream so

Shady, we're back (Stat Quo)

This is what I eat, sleep, and breath an' feed my kids whatever I feel that my family needs

I treat the mic like the block

Fought with my rocks an' squeeze critics who expect me to underachieve

I just deal with the hate I receive

By rollin' back my sleeves

Show other bree with bran wrapped to his knees?

And tell him suck my dick

Take a bow and leave with a sack full of amar cheese, I found it hard to believe

Who the bullet perceive to be G's an' claim there runnin' shit, nigga 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 asking where I be, dawg I'm out in Hawaii

Don't like it, drink my pee

Record songs for the Detox LP

Feet don't fail heat, niggas got me bent like cranberry and bellvee

I'ma die wealthy

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

A-Town's own tre, aftermath Shady

Shady, we're back (Bobby Creekwater)

Y'all market, y'all own block, they sent me to call it 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 knit

Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet

No regret, live by a cold June, no bot

Y'all niggas won't be satisfied 'til I show ya

Go out on the limb with Em 'cause I'm with him

Put a barrel to they apparel of you and some of them (none of them)

Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie (no sir)

Shady Records re-introduced you niggas to multi

So hot, all the light that they have given me

And the haters like a chauffeur because it's have driven me

To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome

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

We the reason for the season

So I'm just breezin' through the track, nigga

Shady (Ca$his)

I can prove I'm here to do somethin' you never do

From hand-to-hand coke sales for my revenue

I ain't been to a bucks an' why I ain't snuck a weapon through

There's no background reveals a 1-8-7-2

To the block I'm the truth, to the cops I'm the proof

And if a nigga's still out there you just gotta shoot

I carry over my street ethics to the booth

In the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth

The difference between me an' you, I already done

An' then lived the street life, niggas run away from it

You follow my life, in the Midwest blunted

Pitchforks held high, 4-5th by the stomach

You find me right now on the C.A. streets

I'm on the roof of the building shootin' at police

Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me

I'm a walkin' obituary, death live in me

I take live through the pen, by the way I'm C

I'll have you raped in the pen, like American meat

I'm connected gettin' weight

From MS-13 with SK's, AR's an Mini-14's

I'm Ca$his, the last of the real, we're strapped on Prozac B's and E pills,

It's the rap, got the block on tip, 215 of crack

I'm in the light dark contract, Shady's back, nigga

Shady (ha, I told you we was back) we're back