The Re-Up lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]

[Eminem beatboxing.]

We should do something like that, yeah

[Hook - 50 Cent]

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up!

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady!

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this

And it's the, most sinister duo in the business

Once again its the, illest and realest killas

The most villainous, Dre protege, Shady apprentice

Drop them zeros and get with these heroes

Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's

Not over till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners

Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it's in it's

Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us

Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us

Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is

The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is

And as sick as his music is, or was, still is

Whatever, forever, he will be the illest

To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next

He's already reconciled with his {ex}, a chainsaw and an axe

Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck

While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax

I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back

The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack

Resurrect, I never left, baby, I'm bad

I've gone mad, my comrade Dre-zie automatically

Says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that

I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track

In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap

I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that

Fuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass

I'm done with this whack ass rap, kiss my black ass!

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]

Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts

My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif'll tear you're ass apart

I came in this game crushin' motherfuckers from the start

Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch

Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick

Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on

D's searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home

Still grinding, still shining, nigga lord knows

You rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows

I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it

Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it

Everyday Dre day, front and cause a melee

Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down

I smile through something fowl, and watch my money pile

I'm fucking with straight stacks, I'm kicking you straight facts

I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back!

[Hook - 50 Cent (Eminem)]

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, Go 'head front, get fucked up!

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up!

Now boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, I hit your ass up!

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! (Yeah!)

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!

Boom boom chuck, (It's the Re-Up!)

Shady, Shady