D12 - Leave dat boy alone

Eminem - Chorus]
Y'all better leave dat boy alone,
cause if they don't,
y'all know he gon' come back on 'em.
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin'.

I said leave dat boy alone
cause y'all dont know him.
That there boy he out cold,
and that there boy he been known
to stirr some shit up when he in that zone.

[Eminem - Bridge]

Better leave that boy alone,
better leave that boy alone,
better leave that boy alone,
cause you don't want to get that boy goin'. 2x

It's my attitude that's makin' me bust shit,
I ain't to be fucked with,
so basically niggas wastin' they time tryin' to touch Swift.
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks,
returnin' bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped.
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
with a mag. And I'll be glad to send another one after you
without no hesitation. I run up in your house and wake your spouse up
and give her gun to mouth resuscitation.
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad.
Got 'em mad cause they shittin' through their stomach in a bag.
We comin' too strong so it's irrelevant to blast you,
we master ready, slash like relatives of Manson.
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin',
comin' here is the worst mistake that could ever happen.
When I'm in my vehicle, I'm pullin you in,
I gaurantee that the world will never see you again.


[Kon Artis]
Honest to God I usually try to keep to my self
but it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
let me explain somethin to ya
a real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
he's tryin to get out, feel me?
and he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
and wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
at least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
that niggas dyin over pride just to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, I dont play beef
you borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit
you think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
cause you laid a nigga down without any meat
well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a mayne I do my biddin and I do it again
if you take it to that level, I take it to whoever
want to harm me and my family, Runyon Ave. forever.


Now people know I live triflin I express it through writin
if you can't feel it, then I must express it through fightin
and I jus bought me a gauge and added on a new knife
and I strike people so fast people think I threw lightning
clash with a few titans, blasted a few hype men
been harassed by two dykes who wanted ? plankton
plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you wilin'
cause as soon as you drivin I'm a spit a few 5 ones
and I love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
you lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
you niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
you soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
no time for the wild ones, I'm writin these five words
"Fuck you dick ridin' niggas." count it, it's five words.



Swifty McVay (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
yep, better step before you get beat to death
y'sall dont want to be dem there boys
dem there boys be makin noise
dem there boys got all kind of toys
you better step before you get destroyed.
dem there boys be hot to death.
Yup, yup. . .yup.
Red Spyda

Writers: De Shaun Dupree Holton , Von M Carlisle , Denaun M Porter , Luis Resto , Marshall B Iii Mathers , ANDY THELUSMA

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