Eminem - Curtains Up Lyrics lyrics

(feat. The Madd Rapper, Black Rob, Kurupt And Buckshot)

[The Madd Rapper Intro]

Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get high

That’s the key to my shit, I get high

Ya mean

[Tracey Lee Intro]

Yo I don't know what they thought, I don't know what the fuck they thought

I don't know who told them this shit was over

It's never over man

This Tray Lee muthafucka

I represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shit

For my dogs who grow hard in Bogard

That be in the muthafuckin' streets

[The Madd Rapper]

If you wasn't on my dick from day one, then screw ya'll

My rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through ya'll

Chest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew ya'll

Fold when the full court pressure step to ya'll, do ya'll

Do what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatch

A chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrow

Cause * Someone's Name * gonna throw me out tommorow

Yep I'm still broke, I still choke

And even though I ain't puttin' in no doe, I still smoke

Still tote, Spittin' out these bars I wrote

I'm not tryin' to get ? ? ?, Wit gats in the bizack

Bags of the Crizack, Dimes and Nicks

On the streets bitin' leather, Keep 'em high till six

Got pies to flip, and wise guys to clip

And in a minute or ??sixenit??, you might see me flip

[Tracey Lee]

A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirsty

Let's guzzle these mc's, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouths

And breeze, They all talk to much shit

Walk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicks

That's why I no them niggaz crabbed out

Inchin' En on all these niggaz assed out

And when we get 'em, We let the rhythym hit 'em

Black oozy slipt 'em, Kinda fucked up how we did 'em

Big dog bit 'em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin'

Instead he had his eyes on me, and I'm gunnin'

For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you might

Bite the worst one, It'll hurt some

Straightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin'

BK brawlin' in the street nigga who want it

What, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate 'em

We stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops)

[Black Rob]

What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin' caps

Get down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crack

Who be in the back, Loadin' they macks, Hit the surface

It's on now, when I attack it's with a purpose

My soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seems

My niggaz that know, how to be handlin' these fiends

Come in between, me and this green, I doubt that

Sixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about that

Ya'll ain't ready for war, Ya'll just playin' a part

I rip apart with guns that be state if the art

Play it smart, and you'll get a bitch, like 99

I never hide, If you cowards can't find me fine

I been rolin' with these punishers since niggaz been schemin'

On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunches

Won't stop squeezin' this trigger, Till ya'll arrest

Damn right, you fuckin' wit black, It's more or less

[Tracey Lee]

I crack jaws, lyricly slap ya'll, in figure fours

The over Lord, I'm nice, Name your price

Wit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great One

One of these half-ass niggaz, son this ain't one

But, How they gon act, My style they study it

MC's be like Shaq and 'em, Still not ready yet

Many have tried, But fuckin' wit Tray

It all can cause niggaz decay

Spit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin' dogs

Who mix liquor

Niggaz who feel no pain, This rap shit

Tray got covered like rogaine, Can't wait to get one of ya'll on stage

That's my domain

Went from no name, to Cats knowing my whole name

Controllin' the whole game

The whole aim, Spittin' shit ill, It's like cocaine

R and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin' with a real

Killadelph Muthafucka like that

[Buckshot]

? ? ? ? ? MC's, No the time like Seiko

Spittin' dialect, dirtier, than a freak ho

I Buck, role wit my nigga Lito

And we snatch goods like the repo

Clips in my skully, 44s in the Peko

Pull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat go

So what, never in your life try to play me

Play my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray Lee

My ice-real monsters, Intimidate ya'll

Niggaz ain't playaz so I guess I'll just hate ya'll

Better recognize my clique, and where my name is

Got your wife, on my dick like my chain is

Take her to the Tele, Then I, Fuck her brainless

Cats say that, They can talk to the stainless

Spit the razor, Leave a smile where your beard at

Viva R, and F, Ya'll niggaz better fear that

[Kurupt]

Hoes eat dicks and that's all they do

I'm jus a gangsta ass nigga in grey and blue

When the flow bounces, Nigga we blaze ounces

Whoa nigga,

My woman makes more money than most of ya'll niggaz

High post, high class, high to the sky

Kurupt and Daz

Two hits and pass, Two steps and blast

Is that right, on the Rooftop at night

Wit a scole, Bout to blast everything in sight

Fuck whatcha Thought, Fuck whatcha like

Despite whatcha thought, And whatcha thinkin' like

Show me whatcha got and I'ma take the shit

I'ma shoot a muthafucka and I'ma slap a bitch

You must have lost your Mutherfuckin' mind

Sucker punched a nigga in his muthafuckin' ? ? ?,

Dip made the dash for the muthafuckin' doe

Fuck everything I see and everything I saw

Guzzlin' gallons of Henesy on the rocks

In the clubs wit my dogs, Thugs, 38 slugs, Persian Rugs

Pistols launch off like missles

Sherms, curls and perms, Bitches ain't shit, Fuck them hoes and tricks

I take the money out of her hand and backslap the bitch

And some of these niggaz is bitches too

And the same motherfuckin' thing will happen to you

But Bitch nigga, Whatchu thought this was a mutherfuckin' game

You must not have heard about my motherfuckin' name

Kurupt(echoed), Young Gotti(Echoed)

DPG Fuckin' up the party

[Tracey Lee Outro]

Yeah In 9-9 That's how we get down

Dead ass this time around

Tray Lee, Fever, Black Rob, Kurupt, What the fuck

You ain't shit, Your crew ain't shit

R&F to def, Philly in here, You know how it is