Obie Trice ft Eminem & G-unit-We All Die One Day Chords

[E] _ We've seen it.
Damn!
You rockin' with the Duncan and Young Pony, here we go!
Straight aftermath of Solar Sessions!
Here we go!
Niggas know what I'm about out [C] here
I don't move [E] on long cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care
If you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here, don't be scared
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
They ain't consider the crime unless they catch you
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
Like you motherfuckers got all be trite shook
Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer ass
Funny lookin' nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time
Got guns that more niggas mime
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas vibes
Everybody runnin' for they motherfuckin' lives
Tough club niggas, we leave early
Chop back Shirley, open up your fade
Your gray brain meets Motor City Pave
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
O's and animals, skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
Trust in God, cause you's about to catch a bullet scar
Give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A fo' fi' that'll light niggas up
In this fo' fi' high, make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't move on long cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care
If you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A band is the last thing you should fear
They ain't consider the crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
But as long as I'm here, I'm gon' grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Probably it make your ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail, make em run and finish they last sentence
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one
You don't think I packed a pump, cause I'm out the hood
That's a stereotype, like everybody that's black and junk
I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done
Got rings like Mike Byrd, Magic and Numb
Out in Dallas, in the palace, where the marriage is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage is cut
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train
I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane
Just be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back or forth
_ _ Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't prove my own cause, cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care
But if you get too close, I'm gon' lap you
It's too real out here, be scared
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A band is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime, I'm gon' stick at you
We gon' dial in
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' [F#] get it
Name it, we gon' hit em
Chew [Em] em off and spit em out
Too much venom and if [A] you roll with [E] em
We gon' fuck you up with em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction
And lose my shoes, will explode soon as you go to stepping em
You know how we do it, when we do how we do it
And we come through, G-Unit, G-1, 2
And O.B., we all move like assassins
Get mask and gloves, consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it
This ass morphs for real if his ass
Fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers, my motto, I have you shot though
Drag through the body on fuck like Kim Osario's little sorry hoe ass
Go ask, be real, we burn sauce covers like fucking tight brazil
Did it in the 90's when you was in diapers still
Shady records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I don't smoke but I toke enough second hand
To make my fucking P.O. choke
I'm an OG, you're fucking with a D.I. Joe
B.I..B.I. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'm low I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people At San Sidro, rent puddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cat peeled back or your shit pushed in I put my blade in you like a fucking pink machine Slice your ear clear off, smear it off and heat it off I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Seng Dogg Nobody told you that I'm low, fo' et c'e I lack everything, chemical in my membrane, I'm Slim Shade D&E's for these nuts and you can get each one for free So feast off, I'll be in the car for three months I'm having an E party for Easter, please come We gon' bring it to anybody who wanted you on it You gon' get [F#] it, you name him and we'll hit him Chew him [Em] up, then spit him out Too much [A] venom and if you roll with him [E] we gon' fuck you up You can do all them push-ups to pump up your chest I got a 12-gauge Mossberg for the pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shit, I'll hit your vest Fear me like you fear God, cause I bring death Silverback Gorilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy Turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look through So what they got bodies on them, they still look new You can raise the voice like you fittin' to touch something When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something Say I walk like Ronald Neal, I talk like Goji If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me Sorry Kim Oh, sorry Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't fool my own home cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care If you get too close, I'm gon' lap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear They ain't consider the crime unless they [Em] pat you We all die one day