She’s The One – Bad Meets Evil – letras

[Eminem]Slim Shady, asshole[Royce]Any nigga with guns, we got guns tooMore heated, ready to outgun youIt’s too late I already outgunned youYou was around, you know the outcome tooLet’s play, let me show you what Game isHeartbreak, I’m showin’ you what pain isPlease, I’m reppin’ the D homeboyWhere your guns, you steppin’ to me homeboyRoyce 5-9’s the name, niggas knowAnd niggas know, dealin’ with me niggas knowAyyo toots, how you get here, you wanna rideI got a five in Southside, you wanna drive?Pshych, I ain’t got no five, you gold diggerYou wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old niggaI got money, I’m just here to bug you girlCan’t get none, but you know I love you girl[Hook]She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huhSame one that ain’t really got shit, huhShe want her hair done, then get her nails doneGo to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh(She the one that ain’t really got shit, huhThe little bitch that really ain’t got tits, huhFuckin slut with a chest enhancedWouldn’t dance if you ain’t pay for her breasts implants)[Eminem]Anybody with knives, we got knives tooMore sharp, and ready to outslice youAbout five dudes, waitin outside for youAnd what’s inside is coming outside youGet me drunk, and I’ll drink anything you can thinkWhat’s up Ms. Bitch? (Yo, what’s up with the ring, you married?)Shit, I’m still mingling, bitchI just wanted this ring, this the only finger it fitsWattup with you, you married? (Naw, I’m divorced)Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore(Trailer? I don’t live in no trailerI live in a mobilization unit, for your information)Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slutBefore I pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull outA year-and-a-half old, potty-trained baby falls outAnd I ain’t stayin to pay no child support, are you playin?Be a man? Bitch what you sayin?You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm freeYou want me to make this half-nelson a full?[Hook][Royce]What’s up boo, this is for you and your girlfriendYou bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl FlyntAssholes get guns and flashed thoseNever ever go to Detroit, we blast those(Hi, my name is..) Royce, I’m the kingGimme money, gimme jewels, everythingAyyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?I guess so, got a reciept paid forGot anymore lipstick? I’m sick of redGet a perm, you nappy head, you chicken headI know you ghetto, I ain’t trying to take the ghetto outThings about you to tell about, mellow outI’m the one that be makin the clubs say whatGettin love, and making the club say whatSome of you cats, hate on the low and got sickAny songs that’s not hits, it’s not this[Hook][Develdiii]