Shit Can Happen
BitchYeah...
[1] - Shit can happen [8X]
[Kon Artis]Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yoThat's right motherfuckers we backSame slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodratsThey say I act like I'm too famous to say hiAnd tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless...You niggas don't get it yet do youDealing out platinum or flop I still put it through youWit a luger that'll spit fireAnd hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like MariahYou think for one second since we got a dealThat we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?You gay rappers better learn thatI won't stop until I see 'em turn backIf you don't slow that roll you gotYou gonna see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some ProzacFor' sure' that, ask the othersBut gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother
[Kuniva]You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonightReady to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even likeThe same cat who never gave a damn about your nameI gives a fuck about it like the next selling Clippers' gameI kill you in ways you couldn't even fathomYou and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'emWho call theyself screaming about a challengeNigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talentMy skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said itShe was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow leggedIn the middle of rappin I drop the micAnd have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappinKuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackingWhile the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing
[HOOK: 1- in background][Kon Artis]Now this aint funny so don't you dare laughShit can happen in him and yo' assYou can be touched don't think you can'tCause niggas aint fucking around no more man [repeat]
[Swifty McVay]The feds can't hold me, I hold fedsI was born wit a dark ass cloud over my headRaining acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kickedCause you talk too much you ask for itI'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore meThey wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin at an orgyThese niggas get confronted, then they change storiesI touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky doryI even have you pour me the gasoline for mePulling up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [CRASH]You met a lot niggas which you wouldn't wanna know meYo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollieDon't even try, in your system like e coliTrying to beef with me, nigga please yo' people dieI'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegallyI survived the abortion immediately, SURPRISE! AH!
[Eminem]Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottinOr barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotgunsSo when the cops come knocking each hand's got oneCocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputsOne man army, guns can't harm meYoung and army, worse than my Uncle RonnieEver since I got my first gun pulled on meI can't stop airing out my dirty laundryMiddle fingers flipped and censorshipYour friends just flipped over the swift penmanshipEver since I spit some shit on InfiniteI been giving it a hundred and ten percentCause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemiesEighty percent of what I invent is HennesseyTwenty percent is from being hungry as sinTen's because I love being under your skinYeah shit can happen, so stick to rappinQuit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack andThat can lead to another mishap happeningSkip the crap get the can of whoopass cracking
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[1- continues in background][Eminem]It can and it will (nigga)Fuck around with Amityville and you DIEInsanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodiesWith their personalities splitFucking you up wit hit after hitSticking you up with clip after clipMaking you suck dick after dickDirty motherfucking dozenThe Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the KunivaDirty father fucking HarryPuttin you down in a cemetery, you get buriedAll you of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cocksWe are not playing, we are not playingWe are not bullshittin, this is not a motherfucking joke...