[ Stat Quo ] 



When you do something to somebody, girl... (By my side!) 

It ain't just you, it's somebody next to you, (By my side!) 

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me, (By my side!) 

Hey, hey, hey, (The reason everywhere you go, ladies) (By my side!) 

(Okay) So being that that's the case, (By my side!) 

I'll tell you bout, (By my side!) 

That bitch, tell you 'bout my side... (By my side!) 



[ Verse 1 ] 

The way I growed up, shown up, chips on my shoulder, 

Knew about that caller when I was in a stroller, 

Became a holder, choppin' 'em boulders, gettin' older, 

Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em rollers, meetin' quarters, 

Shorty bi-polar, load up like cock (?), I tried to told ya', 

One move and I'm on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over, 

You on that doja, G.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier, 

Chop her, afford her, you not Cobra, commader, you poser, 

I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor (?), 

Leakin' outta your body temperature is gettin' colder, 

But you sweatin', and dizzy like a person who ain't sober, 

Realisin' your life is coming quickly to a closure, 

Losin' composure, outta breath like you underwater, 

Twenty seconds in the game, and this the fourth quarter, 

Prime Time, Dateline, all the best exposure, 

Now you still on the news and everybody knows ya, 

Yeah... (Get!) (By my side!) 



[ Chorus ] 



To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!) 

I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!) 

I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By my side!) 

To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!) 

I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!) 

I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (By my side!) 

Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!) 



[ Verse 2 ] 

Go on then boi, get yo' vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun, 

Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun, 

Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko nigga, 

They know that, I just fuck and be gone, probably crazy, halfway dumb, 

Don't stop, even when I lock on, believe every word out my lung, 

I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no rappin, uh! 

Back, all the way back, when you see that strap, cuz it go da-da-da-dah! 

Are you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my, 

Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire, (?) look in my eye, 

Have your spirit below me or floatin' in the fuckin' sky, 

All black is my attire, lookin' like an umpire, 

Toss you in the trash, like a bullshit album fly, 

Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah-ye-yeah... (By my side!) 



[ Chorus ] 



[ Verse 3 ] 



The murder capital Momeham (?) yes, it's thriller 

Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off in a river 

It's cold, you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver 

These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows 

Or chinchilla a twanky fella, horn a verilla (?) 

They turn us serial assassins for some scrilla 

Not me, cuz he, I mean him, yes this nigga 

Stays true to what I do, cuz I keeps it triller 

Be real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger? 

It's serious business shorty, nothin' that's more iller 

No discrimination, you can be chocolate or vanilla 

Can't find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer 

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah.... (By my side!) 



[ Chorus ] 



[ Eminem ] 



It's The Re-Up!