(Brr) It´s not a game, nigga (Brr, brr) It´s not a fuckin´ game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr) Look, look
[Conway the Machine] Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I don´t give a fuck, I´m rich (Ahh) Tuck my fifth, don´t hesitate to bust my shit I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha) I don´t trust a soul, I don´t even trust my bitch (Uh-uh) Before I fall in love, I´d rather cut my wrist (Ahh) I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that´s how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (Ayo, let´s roll somethin´) Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh) The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr) Uh, I´m with the jackboys, I´m with the robbin´ team (Uh-huh) On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha) Everything I jot is mean, how you gon´ stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh) The shells´ll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann´s when I swirled the ´caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo) My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh) Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh) Whippin´ all night until the mornin´ come (All night, nigga) Still pitchin´ long nights until my fortune come That´s big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!
[Conway the Machine] Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Until I pull up, let it–
[Eminem] I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?) Used to dream one day I´d be fuckin´ pink like a flamingo (Pink) That was back when I smoked Canibus
Man, but it was tough, ´cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin´ back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool ´Cause we shot pool back in ´01 Was it ´02? I don´t know, but Something told me fuckin´ not to Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night And every career I might´ve killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin´ craps at gangster´s paradise Huh, here a mic, there a mic
Everywhere a mic, share and share alike But just don´t compare alike Instead of comparin´ me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin´, that similarity´s strikin´ Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fuckin´ Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, I´m sending a shot Don´t come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare ´em to scabs, I´m picking them off They´re going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah I´m hickity-hitting it raw, ha In the trailer park (Haha) Told her I´d play the part like Kanan Stark´s Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit Get the strap like a trainin´ bra Lunchtime like at eight-o´clock But Shady´s not for the faint of heart Goin´ at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt Y´all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans Y´all lookin´ at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin´ I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (Bang)