Hush - Bulletproof (2005) by Hush (보컬) on maniadb.com

Verse 1
I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it
Make you fuckin' feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real
I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime
A beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time
Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries
No trial fuck a judge I can be my own jury
In no hurry I'm raw like porn scenes with no rubbers
And I'll rip like torn seams
A cursed bastard on wax and not plastic
I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic
Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech
Til your parents scream 'That kids fantastic!'
Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words
40 bottles, white girls in suburbs
Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear
The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year

CHORUS
(I'd like to make an introduction)
Muthafuckas!
(I'd like to make an introduction)
(I'd like to make an introduction)
It's the H-U-S-H
(I'd like to make an introduction)
Bitch ass!
(I'd like to make an introduction)
(I'd like to make an introduction)
It's the H-U-S-H

Verse 2
I'm a Detroit villian from streets
Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees
Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats
We get dirty in the D and the dirt is discreet
Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain
I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins
I'm known to shape shift on rappers that ain't shit
Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit
I come from the city of boom and Motown
When the shit gets thick in the D it goes down
It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid
Silly of kids to go against the realest at this
For all you other muthafuckas with nerve can get served
Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve
Bitch I'm not your friend this time you met your maker
Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker

CHORUS

Verse 3
I can't stand it when I think to much
Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch
My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry
Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me
I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop
Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk
I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders
Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders
Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns
And when the guns go up somebody comes down
Dark clouds cover my city all day
And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play
We rip mics and turn verse to presentation
So you can see in our world exactly what we facin?

CHORUS

CHORUS
My crew is all fired up
Y'all better just wise up
Everybody gettin' sized up
Before we all rise up
Start runnin' your times up
Cuz' when my crew ride up
The sky gon' light up
Everybody get FIRED UP!!!

Verse 1
I walk this planet the most rugged
Most can only see this heat but don't touch it
Cuz' you might get 'em burned
When I come through it's my turn
Never get in my way or you're getting' rolled over
Like Rover cuz' my fist's a bulldozer
I throw these dogs in the street to melodys
Like a heartbeat playing against piano keys
It's a breeze 365 degrees
Turn around and you might catch these so justt freeze
A riddle with no clues I'm a walking nightmare
Anywhere anytime boy I don't fight fair
A day in my shoes is a day with no fear
So walk barefooted and save your whole year
And I wear a mouthpiece cuz' I grit my teeth
So just bite your tongue before you get your ass beat?

CHORUS

CHORUS 2
In the club to a beat
In the street wit' a beef in the heat
EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!!
If it's black or it's white
If it's wrong or it's right day or night
EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!!
Don't matter if you win or you lose
Only one thing to do
EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!!
Put it down every town every city
If you feel me and you wit' me
EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!!

Verse 2
I'm an S.O.B.
That's a son of a bitch homie you don't know me
I was put here to slap you silly and clap Billy
And clap everything in the track like Mac Milly's
And that's just the half really
You don't wanna see the other side I suggest you act quickly
And ran swiftly and get outta my way before the gats empty
(C'MON!!!) and just tempt me?

CHORUS

CHORUS 2

"Turn my vocals up a little bit more Scott... all of 'em..."
"Yeah... uh huh..."

(Verse 1)
I'm caught up inside a tornado and sucked in
By a rainstorm holding a hairdryer that's plugged in
Somewhere between the Renaissance Center and 8 Mile
Inside the Rock City that has spawned a unique child
And lightening strikes twice I was hit when they birthed me
And now I gotta live with this mouth that they cursed me
They said I gotta use it with tracks and try to fuse it
Don't abuse it and don't ever let 'em crack on your music
So I sit and watch the people that do it and don't pursue it
And instead I jot a little bit down then go review it
I just wait until I'm ready to leap and jump into it
Until I feel a little more confident I can do it
Not so many years later I've waited and now I'm here
To release a masterpiece on everybody in fear
I ain't holding nothing back in a world that's full of evil
My words can only injure or hurt so many people
I'm here to trade spaces shatter and blade faces
With guitars and bass lines and embrace and break stages
The pain'll come in phases for now it's just outrageous
When I'm knocking hear me cocking my gauge cause I'm impatient

(Chorus)
From the Motor City...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word on down)
Down to New Orleans...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
From the penitentiary...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word)
To the criminals roaming the streets...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming

(Verse 2)
I've waited so long to unleash on these streets
A diary with more fury in sprees than Alicia Keys
My words are mere visions of movies with non-fiction
Intertwined in each rhyme that I spit with sweet diction
The rest are so pathetic and best are copasetic
By the time it hits you dead in the chest I hope you get it
I'm out to break laws slice and break jaws
Or I'll be on your stage with an axe and chainsaws
Of course my pains raw my brain is off a little
Ever since the first time I could rhyme and solve a riddle
Simon says go ahead and block the silence
And fuck with anybody who says to stop the violence
Go run and tell your parents I'm evil and I'm the devil
When it's gonna take a nation of mil to stop a rebel
Cause now it's all over I'm crazy and even zany
Lyrically Scorsese on a track by Mr. Shady

(Chorus)
From San Diego...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word)
All the way back to Queens...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
This ain't a rumor...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word)
Remember you heard that from me...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming

(Verse 3)
My behavior gets erratic on tracks that got static
When I spit the bullets just keep coming it's automatic
I'm ill it's been said every letter I let sink
And left 'em dead inside a puddle of songs with red ink
I played away shy since the day I stayed high
And staged dive from the top of my roof at age 5
My mother always said that her son was gonna make it
If he wasn't gonna make it he'll have to go and take it
So now I'm on Geffen the whole world is trippin'
Cause another new MC from the D is off and flippin'
And this one's Lebanese do we have to say the bomb
Is he related to Osama Bin Laden or Saddam
I'm just a suicidal bomber on tracks and always killin'
Everything that ever gets in my way and such a villian
If you think you know me now then get ready because I'm grinning'
This ain't even near the end of Omega it's just beginning'

(Chorus)
From the City of Angels...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word)
To the streets of Mississippi...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
For the players that's hatin'...
(Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming
(You ain't heard spread the word)
You better start clearing the street...
(You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming
(I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming

(Tell 'em Nate what) Hush Is Coming
(Pull 'em out mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming
(Better run cause) Hush Is Coming
(Better duck mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming

Verse 1: Hush
I was born with the rhythm before Ra had hit 'em
Before Pac had spit 'em with shots full of venom
And glocks was to kill him Big Poppa was the villian
Jay Roc-A-Fella'd 'em Dre split with Suge and them
Way before any before had ever tooken it
Look at where we shook it before there was a hook in it
(Yeah) Cops threw the book at it
Crooks was in the kitchen and b-boys was cookin' it
Hot flame on a track who got game?
A lot came after the wack had got play
Shots rang out on a night then cops came
And locked hip-hop in a cell & stopped play
And Radio (Raheem) said 'D muthafucka!? with Love & Hate
Fists of full fury like The Roots said (You Got Me)
I loved you death ever since Eric B. For President (uh)

CHORUS
You have given me everything I need to see
What I need to be somehow you have set me free
Been right by my side everyday throughout my life
Now I know this time I can really blow your mind

So catch your breath & let it breathe x 2

Verse 2: Hush
I gotta bring it back for the street with a track for rap listeners
Back with a beat and a clap for that sinister rap
That ministers yap about it's evil in fact
What you're singing is wack I can't listen to it
It's all crap it's sad what you're doing to it
So sad so there's no sense in grooving to it
(Yeah right) Rock Steady's moving it
Ain't No Half Steppin' and Kane's out there proving it (uh)
Hip-Hop on the screen we Krush Grooves
Beat Street's, Breakin' Electric Boogaloo
So fresh and def plus we're Top Billin'
In full effect you know we're cold chillin'

CHORUS


Verse 3: Talib Kweli
Send a salute to Masta Ace and Craig G the original Jay-Z
Style original flav the style take a bow
It feel good that's my word like the 1st time I heard Illmatic
The feeling I still have it and like 2nd verse from Stop, Look & Listen
Like Pac bustin' shots at cops who tried to hit him and not
Going to prison at least for that
Fuck Tha Police was that shit! STREET CLASSIC (yeah!)
We're so creative when we speakin' in a native tongue
The Tribe, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers were my favorite ones
I seen Run DMC at The Palladium
And KRS rock the projects like a stadium
It gave me chills like when Amir played the drums
'Til we started making sums now it's fuck you pay me
Carry on the family name, still my mama baby
Cuz they laid the foundation and let hip-hop raise me

CHORUS

OUTRO

(Talib Kweli)
C'mon admit it this shit is too fly
The rhymes that I say you just can't deny
Because 100% is what I give it)
I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit

(Hush)
Emcee's masters of creativity
Rappin' is the activity
Rhyme is a sport, let it be taught that
Hush & Kweli is taking no shorts

Verse 1
I'm the next new kid not on the block
But I will knock your block off quick not with a glock
But 2 guns and knuckles that bring pain
It's a shame you couldn't spit venom on my name
Is it worth all the fame and money it's no joke
I done came from nothing to something it's so funny
How you could just start at the bottom so hot
Til they see you at spot when you got no product
And the crowds do flock to see you
And the shot you got and it's hot to be you
And shocked to see through all the squat they feed you
You did not squeeze through in a plot they need you
The dude calling shots at the top could be you
unless you get got and the rest it rings true
It's just the beginning of pain and my glory
Starts when I finish the end of this story

CHORUS
Shake The Ground (Everybody move to the sound! GET UP!)
We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now
Shake The Ground (Everybody move to the sound! GET UP!)
We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now

We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now
We Put 'em Down, UH!

Verse 2
See I float like a butterfly
You could fly like a bee with a sting but could never fight me
Call it Bulletproof
Teflon with a voice and track that hard just to put it through
'cause it's a banger comin' in showin' the middle finger
Once I begin to flow you'll know anger
1 dagger sharp with the tongue I walk with a swagger


You seem to stagger
1 slip of the jaw and Hush I'm Quick Draw McGraw
'cause me I see all see y'all fallout
Ballout on the streets and seize all
And beef I breath for
Try me lyrically I'll bully and squeeze off 'til fully
See y'all I'll risk it
When your dogs to limp for bizkits call for this shit

CHORUS

BRIDGE
I'm here, you've been waiting for me,
you've been waiting to see, now that I'm here I'll be,
Right on the top of things, no you don't want it now,
'cause we be poppin' thangs, no you don't want it
I said no you don't want it now

Verse 3
When I'm to hot you're lovin' it
When I'm not you're just not into the plot with no slug in it
Just not shot with a glock or Tupac in it
Must not be in a squad with no thug in it
'cause I'm a breakthrough where I take you
Now I will shake you up like a quake and make it so painful
Pistols ain't playful it's the way crews act they erase you
If I'm to face you I'll replace you quick
When I spit shit that's so graceful Mase will embrace you
So you better pray Jesus sways your way just to save you
Me I will never die
But I will live on in any song long as forever I
live for the agony and defeat whatever it is I meet with no tragedy

CHORUS

Bizarre: "Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by...
some real ghetto Detroit shit..."

(Verse 1)
I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks
In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week
Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek
And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so)
Consider every word that I spit
Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot
You're forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills
And here after you'll feel the FEAR FACTOR
A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows
With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR
You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee
Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL
Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming
I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon
I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE
With your bitch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air

(Chorus)
Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it)
Back to reality (yeah)
Back to the here and now (uh)
Back to life (I gotta bring it)
Back to reality (so I gotta take it)
Back to the here and now (uh)

(Verse 2)
See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole
One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE
Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS
Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass
I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB
In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob
We don't live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES
TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school
Fuck ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee
Who's career is just 1 big mistake cuz
This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats
WEAKEST LINK's get killed over beats and defeats
2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon
No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION
No search star killers the faces glazed over
This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what)

Bizarre: "Don't touch that dial... we'll be right back after these messages...
you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a bitch..."

(I gotta bring it)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand
And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND
Won't be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART
I don't use SCARE TACTICS I'll tear you apart
This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps
YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME
AMERICA'S MOST WANTED try and step in this game
They water down the show with these hooks that just rival
Ozzy OSBOURNE'S speech when he needs a sub-title
I'm not in it for fame or even the props
If I wasn't ripping mics you could find me on COPS
Being chased by hands of fans for autographs
And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath
For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now
To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE

(Chorus)

Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush...
and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck...
we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City...
Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys
Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I'm out..."

I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take
If it means everything than its something I gotta shake
I gotta grip on this game so they call me the King Kong
With guns drawn out with a pen I?ve been gone
It's never enough (what?) that every tough rapper
Who never gives up is just in a world that lives up
To every word written or spitten without forgettin'
Where he's from in the D and in me is still the mitten
I won't budge not for a sec for you to judge
With no grudge with a right hand full of slugs
It's a pity where God put a smudge in Rock City
Everybody doesn't smile and the thugs are not pretty
It's apocalypse now at my best I'm intense
With a middle finger up to the world and nonsense
It takes much to say tuff that much
To anybody out with a doubt to say such
I don't care plenty my words ain't to friendly
You ain't making me a dollar my dogs have got pennys
I'm sick with the flow all of my tracks are mainly psychotic
I'm ill with the beats and my words are the anti-biotic
Look and you got it hammer's will snap you in half
Leaving you in a bath of blood doing the math
I am the next viscious and mean this is a team homie
The rest are just fiends
Get it right cuz my city is to hard
My words don't mean shit without these few scars I'm serious
All of my dogs will clap you
Leaving you some new stitches and slugs for tattoos
I get mad and busy with words and in a frenzy
And I'm a be the 1st to admit it I get dizzy
When these people try to say that I ain't got flow
When I say more than just a bunch of hey ya ho's!
Get ya money up shit your better off with a muzzle
Before the muzzle of this Eagle leaves you up in a puddle
Get your team in a huddle cuz I'm coming a full blitz
With full clips and words in a mix and bullshit

CHORUS
(SUIT UP) Get ya troops lined up, get ya boots shined up
meet us out in the mud and get..
(CHEWED UP) Let us run down the line, see ya runnin? out of time
with the yellow in ya spine we are?
(CREWED UP) We ain't playin' war games, this is real and our aim
is headed in your way so?
(WHO WHAT?) Wants beef then try us, deny us
stand as a man and die tough

See I take it to the max when I push my own limits
Without even a second to lose and no minutes
No hours no time to waste anything
I gotta make it count and amout to everything
If it ain't in my words the streets will tell me
So tell me where you stand in a land of shells B?
I stand as a man and the land defines me
A land where I stand and demand my rights free
A man with a plan and the fans behind me
A handful of Stans and the hands that bite me
The kind that just lie or the rest that cry wolf
Or the rest are just blind to the facts with no proof
If you start very few live with huge heart
To against the grain in a way that's too smart
I been through it all for y'all with fallout
Brawl for brawl I'm off of the wal with balls out
With no doubts I'm here to react so stand up
Man up I want you to put your hands up
The realest emcee to combine the 2 worlds
Like 2 girls twisted up nice in 2 curls
I only gotta give what I can and that's all
But all I gotta give in this dog is this y'all
That y'all can't deny the shit y'all
Spy y'all every time I rhyme y'all
Why y'all gotta create the hate y'all
It's all I got at steak and plate it's fate y'all
I'll take y'all out of the game it's too late
You're straight going out on a limb that might break
You can't act all of that rap of packin' a gat
It's too elementary like Cat In The Hat
My words will impact and kid with 2 cents
Who ain't never meant shit to noone a nuisance

CHORUS

Verse 1
I take a deep breath and unload every thought
Everything I've ever known anything I was taught
When I think I'm on a roll I have to slow down
'cause my words get ahead of myself I know how
To make you feel how I feel my words are so vivid
See how I live it all I got to give is
My pain my stress one blade and one knife
Ends with one slice my name and my life
All rests with my sons so they can do better
I need to be here so we can be together
But life is so hard seeing through these eyes
A world with no heart believing these lies
Can you be strong before your times up
Looking to find what you've made your mind up
There has to be a change so my seeds can reach
Anything they can grasp anything to teach

CHORUS
I got 24 hours to live my whole fate
All I have left in my heart is one take
One breath one sigh one death and one try
One more reason to ask God why?
It's my life it ends when I say
So until my time is up on that day
I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do
Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove

Verse 2
It's not so funny how we live each day
Wake up go to work come home in replay
We say we love life inside it's untrue
Unless you got dollars aside it's not you
I used to wake up call in or just quit
'cause I couldn't stand a boss in my face for dumb shit
You know what I mean that boss with no life
No sense no friends no kids and no wife
Career motivated on an hourly wage
Me well see I'm on a whole other page
I gotta make money man f**k I got kids
Whose father and uncles in time have done bids
Iced out homies only preserve thugs


To get what's deserved or they deserve slugs
If murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God I wonder can you save me

CHORUS
I got 24 hours to live my whole fate
All I have left in my heart is one take
One breath one sigh one death and one try
One more reason to ask God why?
It's my life it ends when I say
So until my time is up on that day
I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do
Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove

Verse 3
What if in one blink you could end all the pressure
Built up inside no one bares to measure
To pain to hide inside with no stress
No tears to be cried outside and no less
Make it all wash away with one scream
One shot one bullet one love and one dream
Gone to a place where mouths never speak
But thoughts convey words peep the technique
My time is coming watch me when I shine
I strive for something watch me when I rhyme
Thoughts race through my head like track stars
A hudred miles an hour inside like fast cars
I can't slow down if I do it's all gone
Everything I've done up 'til now and this song
Ends right here my life and no fear
My fight and my struggle to die with no tears

CHORUS
I got 24 hours to live my whole fate
All I have left in my heart is one take
One breath one sigh one death and one try
One more reason to ask God why?
It's my life it ends when I say
So until my time is up on that day
I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do
Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove

(Verse 1)
Hey yo it's funny nowadays how these fools see rap
As a Road to the Riches like Kool G Rap
And most people see me and think "Damn, not again
They signed another guy who's a friend of Eminem"
But you put me in a booth to the crowds disbelief
That if I spit the illest I'm keeping all my teeth
Then bite your style and feed you the feces
You've been shoving down the throats of these folks with CD's
And believe that I can be dropped just like that
And be right back working a job I might slack at
I can't do it fuck it
I'd rather show you that I love it with a bullshit budget
These cats walk around iced out with gunclaps
And no cash in a corner of fools with dunce caps
And dumb rap on how you're a star whatever yo
You ain't shit without approval from Thom Panunzio

(Chorus)
Renting all your fancy clothes
That ain't your car in the videos
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...
Your jewelry ain't fooling me
Don't give a fuck about V.I.P
Trying to be gangsta
You ain't no superstar...

(Verse 2)
See I blew my advance on a truck and Desert Eagle
Cause image isn't nothing it doesn't measure ego
Plus wherever we go we might get into trouble
I haven't made enough to afford a body double
Cats get some duckets and worry about wheels
Instead of saying something with meaning that really feels
Love all the glamour to me it's all glitz
But the music that they make in the back is all shit
For me don't roll out the red carpet
I wouldn't even know how to act in that department
This game is fucked for sure and by far
Topics for the songs are made up by A & R's
(whew! That's banging!...Thanks man...We should get J. Lo on the remix!)
If my album doesn't sell good for Jimmy Iovine
I'll be inside a bank screaming give me all the green

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
These rappers pose like models in every head shot
But they've blown every chance like the Boston Red Sox
Get a deal throw it away in 1 instance
I got my shit together forever keep your distance
I'd rather have a will in the bank and be respected
You think I need to spend me a mil to be accepted
Forget where you're from and you can't go back
Can't show you still got it like an old throwback
At a bar chicks think you're slick with quick winks
In return they reply to you back and give blinks
Til you walk up on my crew with mixed drinks
(Have you listened to my album?) yeah your shit stinks
No subjects no skills and no spirit
Mink coats iced out chains and no lyrics
Acting in this business like y'all pitched in
And not a modern day baller like Paul Fishkin

(Chorus)

(feat. Eminem, Swifty McVay & Kuniva)

(Sampled from Eminem's "Criminal")
*Eminem whistling*
(Teller) Hi
(Eminem) How you doin'?
(Teller) How can I help you?
(Eminem) Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal...
*gun cocks* Put the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you
(Teller) What? Oh my God, don't kill me
(Eminem) I'm not gonna kill you, bitch. Quit fucking around
(Teller) Don't kill me, I have two kids at home!
(Eminem) I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you!
(Teller) Don't kill me!
(Eminem) Hurry the fuck up! *gunshot* Thank you!

(Verse 1: Hush)
I gotta keep this engine running (I'll be back)
Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up
'Cause I ain't going back to jail
I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek
I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak"
What the fuck is taking so long?
(Hurry up, motherfucker, I'ma hit this gas and be GONE!)
But I can't leave my homey (Hold up!) They all know me
I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me
Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm getting nervous
Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons
Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee
(Here's a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me!)
I hope they didn't ring the alarm (Shit)
Swifty's gonna have to bomb, and then it fucks up the job
But I don't care, as long as we flee this place
'Cause the last thing I need is a fucking police chase, shit
Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash
(Yo nigga, pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo' cash!)
Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back
(Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps)

(Chorus: Eminem)
Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground
This is the sound, this is how its going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down (down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off, the deal is off
But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are

(Verse 2: Swifty McVay)
??? while I sit in the car chiefing
In the mood to be thieving this season
Hey yo, Hush, I'ma snatch what they ???
Pull over and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose
You can either read it or see it
(What you mean, "Read it or see it?")
It'll work, know what's worse?
It's better than having to beat a bitch up out of her purse
I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting
For the day they get up in this motherfucker
So don't drive away (I'll be right here!)
Hey ('sup?) Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK
And then I'm headed to the safe
I'm at the counter in the teller's face
"Yo, if anybody move, I'ma make spaghetti out of your wife!" (Don't shoot!)
I hopped a gate, shot a citizen
After he gave me the combination to open it
And there was nothing but Benjamins
Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door
Hush is in the front, revving up (Motherfucker, come on!)
I jumped over the security, while he on the floor
Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw
Hit the street and we swerve
No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat
(Now I'm peeling off the curb)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Kuniva)
I got some chips up my sleeve
I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv
And put the heat to his cheek
Don't even think about moving
Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising
Along with my day and it won't be a shooting
(Mister, please don't hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!)
Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me
All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents?
This robbery does not make sense
Come on out bitch (scream) Yeah, you, behind the chip rack
Your little stank ass is on the verge of getting pimp slapped
Gimme your paper, your jewels, and all of your valuables
Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal
Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic
If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting
That's how we do it where I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush
We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush

(Chorus)

Verse 1
1 for the money 2 for the ho ho's
3 for my homies in them lo lo's
4 for the shots at the po po's
5 for my bitches out there getting' dough though
I walk up in the club what you say boy
Maybach Benz valeted I'm a playboy
Shake them haters like a play toy
Detroit playas in them gators all day boy
Out for that Pillsbury dough boy
Go for them throats like Siegfried & Roy
Got more tools than Home Depot
We ain't afraid to use 'em homie be cool
Red beam on your chest can you see that
Put terror in ya squad better lean back
Work it out good with your crook neck
Now let me see your head do the woodpeck

CHORUS
Are you a woodpecker?
Who's a woodpecker?
I want a woodpecker
I need a woodpecker

Verse 2
Hey yo do that shit do that shit do it
Shoot that shit shoot that shit shoot it
Tyler Durden in this game don't fight me
Fresh pair black jeans and a white tee
Dj's put it on when we come through
See us in the VIP what you gon' do
Put your glass up toast a real baller
Your girl hits me I don't have to call her
Takes it all in like a deep throat
Warm and all fuzzy like a sheep coat
My name tattooed on her waistline
Taste fine like a track with a bassline
Honey bees buzzin' like a beehive
You're 'bout to get stung in your behind
About to blast off with a headshot
And this track makes everybody's head knock

CHORUS

BREAK
Do that shit do that shit do it x 4

Verse 3
Hang out with a star I'm far out
Drinks on me I bought the bar out
Lamborghini whip pull them cars out
H2, Phantom, money green Jaguar's out
Baby in the fur's all cute & shy
See won't ever see Hush in a suit & tie
Act all sweet I'll maybe let ya
See me all naked in my baby pictures
1st you gotta show me where your milks at
And break me off a piece like a Kit Kat
Hush in ya mouth cut the chit chat
Put a pillow in ya back let me hit that
Desperate for the dick like a housewife
Pussy's love sick it meow's nice
Work it out good with your crook neck
Now let me see your head do the woodpeck

CHORUS

OUTRO
How much wood could a wood peck peck
If a wood peck could peck wood?
Are you a woodpecker? (Peck wood)
If you're a woodpecker (Peck wood)
How much would could a wood peck?
Hey yo, work it out good with your crook neck
Are you a woodpecker? (Peck wood)
If you?re a woodpecker (Peck wood)

(Verse 1: Bareda)
May I have your attention please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys
You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical
And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth
A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma
Shockin' like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me

(Chorus)
This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics
Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*}

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin'
Turn it up (Come on) {*4X*}

(Verse 2: Hush)
I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive
This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring
There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it
We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong
See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic
And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin'
So call a medic cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Los)
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
I'm like glaucoma, I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave
I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us
A dog without a collar and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters
Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood
My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors
You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us
Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with
Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him

(Chorus)