Текст песни We're Back - Eminem, Obie Trice, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater & Ca$his

Shady, we're back

Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it
You better just make new living arrangements
If you think you're the top and king of the castle
You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
All I hear is, I'm best at this an' I'm best at that
But I don't hear my name, no man brought up in rap
And I don't usually trip or dare, get caught up in that
But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that

Not even the same league as Jay-Z
Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they'll name me
Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ
Or say "He ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay-Z
Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-i-o
And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily"

And that very well may be the same reason they don't say me
When they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me
'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big-big-big-big-b-baby

So maybe the 80's made me crazy, I been tryin' to get my weight
Up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paved the ways
So lately mind state's get better each day, replay my relay race
When I was chasin' the a fey at 18, eight years later his voice in Beijing
No choice, I chase cream so

Shady, we're back (Stat Quo)

This is what I eat, sleep, and breath an' feed my kids whatever I feel that my family needs
I treat the mic like the block
Fought with my rocks an' squeeze critics who expect me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rollin' back my sleeves
Show other bree with bran wrapped to his knees?
And tell him suck my dick
Take a bow and leave with a sack full of amar cheese, I found it hard to believe
Who the bullet perceive to be G's an' claim there runnin' shit, nigga I run me

As a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me
That same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E
Folk in the hood asking where I be, dawg I'm out in Hawaii
Don't like it, drink my pee
Record songs for the Detox LP
Feet don't fail heat, niggas got me bent like cranberry and bellvee
I'ma die wealthy
Boss of the game, what the fuck they gon' tell me?
A-Town's own tre, aftermath Shady

Shady, we're back (Bobby Creekwater)

Y'all market, y'all own block, they sent me to call it that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check, pimp for what it's worth I got the right knit
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet
No regret, live by a cold June, no bot
Y'all niggas won't be satisfied 'til I show ya
Go out on the limb with Em 'cause I'm with him
Put a barrel to they apparel of you and some of them (none of them)

Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie (no sir)
Shady Records re-introduced you niggas to multi
So hot, all the light that they have given me
And the haters like a chauffeur because it's have driven me
To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome
I don't give a fuck about you nigga I'm just livin' me
We the reason for the season
So I'm just breezin' through the track, nigga

Shady (Ca$his)

I can prove I'm here to do somethin' you never do
From hand-to-hand coke sales for my revenue
I ain't been to a bucks an' why I ain't snuck a weapon through
There's no background reveals a 1-8-7-2
To the block I'm the truth, to the cops I'm the proof
And if a nigga's still out there you just gotta shoot
I carry over my street ethics to the booth
In the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth

The difference between me an' you, I already done
An' then lived the street life, niggas run away from it
You follow my life, in the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, 4-5th by the stomach
You find me right now on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof of the building shootin' at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walkin' obituary, death live in me

I take live through the pen, by the way I'm C
I'll have you raped in the pen, like American meat
I'm connected gettin' weight
From MS-13 with SK's, AR's an Mini-14's
I'm Ca$his, the last of the real, we're strapped on Prozac B's and E pills,
It's the rap, got the block on tip, 215 of crack
I'm in the light dark contract, Shady's back, nigga

Shady (ha, I told you we was back) we're back