Eminem & 50 Cent - Smack You (Unreleased) (HQ NoDJ Leak) {Alternative Version} Best Quality

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  • Smack You
    Eminem
    Underground Classics volume 3 (tba)
    Featuring: 50 Cent
    Recorded: 2003
    Smack You (50 Cent Version)
    Lyrics:
    [Refrain: 50 Cent & Eminem]
    Against all odds,
    Hopin' my thug motherfuckers know
    This be the realest shit I ever wrote, against all odds
    Up in the studio gettin' blowed
    To the truest shit I ever spoke
    Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
    This be the realest shit I ever wrote, against all odds
    Up in the studio gettin' blowed
    To the truest shit I ever spoke (Come on, 21-gun salute!)
    [Verse 1: Eminem]
    I'm holding Irv responsible, the Cookie Monster of Rap
    Won't give Hailie back her Oscar, they lost it up Ja Rule's ass
    We forgot an Oscar's a statue of a naked man
    We told her if she goes to take it back that he'll break her hand (Grr)
    But that's okay, baby, let's leave this faggot alone
    Let him have it, next your daddy'll bring you home two more
    And remember that pretty little dress that you wore
    To his show to match his when we saw him perform? (Yeah?)
    Well, we gon' send that to his son (You mean his son is a girl?)
    No, but he likes to dress like one (Haha)
    And I think he's got a daughter too
    But we ain't gotta talk about his dirty ass little kids like he did to you
    'Cause we don't need to stoop to Ja Rule's level
    'Cause if we do, then that would mean we'd only be one foot two (Yo)
    Then we'd be as tall as the statue that we shoved up his ass
    And then who knows? He might have room to fit us up there too
    Aight, big ears, it's time for you to go upstairs, boo
    Give Daddy kisses
    Kim, you fuckin' slut, where are you?
    Come put Hailie to bed, I'll be finished up with this shit in a minute
    Just in time for you to make the last call at fuckin' Skinnies
    Hailie's gone, what's up now, punk? Since you brought her up
    Let's talk about her, chump, you already called her a slut
    Bitch, don't you ever question how we bring our daughter up
    You don't even raise your kids, your waddling Donald Duck
    Fat-ass bitch of a wife who lives at McDonald's does
    You stay in LA, tryna parlay with all the plugs
    Beggin' Suge to get him to follow you to all the clubs
    But you're too dumb to see that your publishing's all he wants
    Thinkin' you friends 'til he gets it and you're the next rapper
    Sittin' on the passenger side of that Benz that gets hit again
    And LAPD'll be sayin', "Who did this shit again?"
    Knowing who did it, but still nobody admits it
    But if I get killed for this shit, I know who did it
    Y'all ain't gotta go to limits to solve it, just expect a visit
    From forty to fifty vatos' on your steps
    Ready, set to let the shots go, Pac, tell 'em, who shot you?
    (Suge shot me, Suge shot me)
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    [Bridge: Eminem]
    [Chorus: Eminem]x4
    This game is gonna be the death of me
    But I'm gonna expose the truth even if it kills me
    [Verse 2: Eminem]
    I don't know why the fuck you even gotta get me started
    I swear to God, you gotta be retarded, you're regarded
    The hardest workin' artist since Pac? Stop, no, you're not
    Oh my God! Knock it off, Ja, get off his jock
    You spoke on the Doctor, that's vodka, that ain't Ja talkin'
    Dre, give me the word, I'll sock him
    Fuck is the problem? Let's get to the root
    Irv's brother ain't the only one shootin' himself in the foot
    To say that they jumped out of a window and hit the pavement off the Empire State Building would be an understatement
    It'd be understatement to say that they made a fatal fuckin' mistake
    For fuck's sake, what did you just take?
    Let me get some of whatever you're on to be where you at
    'Cause you gotta be a fuckin' moron to even do that
    Roll it up, smoke it and throw on a freakin' durag
    Ja, you got Outlaw on your forearm, let's see the new tat
    You gotta be seeing somethin' we don't see
    Let us know if you know something we don't, please
    'Cause I just don't see the vision, you ain't even our division
    You might even fuckin' die and it ain't even our decision
    You made a deal with the devil whose giving you his permission
    To imitate a legend we all love so much, we miss him
    And now this shit's just getting disgusting, 'cause it's sickenin'
    'Cause we see it but no one says a fuckin' thing, we just pretend
    That it doesn't exist but it does and it's been itchin'
    And just eatin' at me so fuckin' much and it's just getting
    To the point you might as well go to Suge, assume position
    Drop to your fuckin' knees and just suck his fuckin' dick and
    Get it over with, your reign is over with and you know this shit
    You just don't want no one to notice it, that Jodeci shit
    Ain't even entertaining, you're crying, your voice is straining
    Like you're dyin', but look in the sky, it ain't even rainin'
    Come outta the rain
    [Refrain: 50 Cent & Eminem]
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    [Outro: Hailie Jade]
    #eminem #unreleased #50cent
    #aftermath #shady #gunit
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