Bad Meets Evil (Eminem, Royce Da 5'9") - Take From Me ft Claret Jai Lyrics

Bad Meets Evil (Eminem, Royce Da 5'9") - Take From Me ft Claret Jai Lyrics:

[Intro: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me
[Verse 1: Royce]
Always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique, I know that without the fans
I ain’t shit but y’all better read my lips, I don’t spit raps this ill
For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y’all don’t think you’re helping me out with that shit that shit stressin’ me out
Nickel 9 is blowin’ up, Christmas time, you should hang my album
On top of your fireplace cause around that time, my stockin’s goin’ up
Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get? The bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro, hear what I said?
Feels like the shit just switched on me, everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him, but the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin’ on me
Keepin’ your distance? Probably best if you don’t wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity You want that? You know it’s Laila Ali’s chest
Tough titty, the problems, you got a problem, you think I’m already set
So I’mma look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect
I ain’t tryin’ say something I regret so I’mma just stop, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don’t get along cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like fuck my life, I fuck with a few niggas that I know that
If my chick was a Shady hoe? Niggas wouldn’t think twice ‘fore they fuck my wife
Guess that’s the difference in friends and associates, I done been broke
I done been through the motions, I don’t pay no attention to birds, I use my scope and I tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up your phone just to talk, I don’t make money just to loan it to y’all
Tell a nigga that then you wildin’ it’s like dialin’ ‘em and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive, if I gotta lend you money every time
I see you just to be your friend bitch, I don’t really need your friendship
[Hook: Claret Jai]]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me
I give and I give and you take and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say
You just take from me..ay ay
You just take from me..ay ay
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble is the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don’t even appreciate flows, mothafucka I’m livid today
Cause I break my back to give you my art
You steal my thoughts, it’s like driving a spike through my heart
You might not think it’s that big of a deal to steal from me but music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
But it’s getting harder than I thought to not just go crazy
Trapped in this house, I’m about to just snap
Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I record, well then please tell me why on this Earth
Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
Cause it feels like a down there ain’t no gettin up from
But I won’t let it get me down, I won’t succumb I’m anything but done so fuck ‘em
They’ll appreciate me when I’m gone, they say it was ill, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now?
It just feels like I’m so done with this shit, I may as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!
[Hook]

Ludacris - F5 Furiously Dangerous ft Slaughterhouse Lyrics

Ludacris - F5 Furiously Dangerous ft Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai Lyrics:

[Hook: Claret Jai]

We’re so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Death by lyrical injection

I kill you rappers

A lot of green with a yellow complexion

Women call me the Green Bay packer

I pack the zero’s

Meaning mucho deniro

So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo

Hello, LUDA!

Tell theses other boys double up

‘Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck

My every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutch

I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxy

Animal, watch me

if you think it’s ?, stop me

But then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy

See, we don’t play that

Where I’m from it’s like fantasy hockey

Sup with the dog, thugs want a war

Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em for

While you cuffin’ em more, I’m stuffin’ the jaw

Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?

You and your skills ? on my squad

I put you on a crash course in a smart car

Going speeding not relying on the brake pad

The car you still drive on the race track

So you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?

A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?

We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback

In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black

GO…

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9'']

I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer

Check full of commas

No regrets except for the drama

I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma

My mind in the wrong direction

Now it’s time ya bow down in ?

Writ in my honour cause bitch I’m bonker, plural

In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl

She on E, feeling on me, singing on key

While I’m bumping We Are The World

Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn’t did he

“We run this town”

No he didn’t did he

I feel like tinting the glass,

You take a sip with me

She from the city of Jackson

I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty

Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected

He aint get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Joell Ortiz]

? to the pedal

Pedal to the floor

Just whippin’ it through the ghetto

Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy

Referee mind state, I’m settling the score

I don’t know what ya’ll hating for

Wait, wait, know what, matter fact

I don’t know what you’re waiting for

I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop

I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot

See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears

and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar

Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar

Everything I speak is hot

But bont be mad at least everything you speak is…

I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[Crooked I]Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur

My shit fly like I’m launching manure

Lord of the underground, God of the saw

On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw

Yeah I’m off the block

This aint work, call me “I’m off the block”

I’m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal

With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo

Lyrical and I’m off the top

Rep that West till I walk with Pac

We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys

New gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot

Cock me, the only way you can stop me

I’m top seed, I pop green at my speed

So watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenom

I speak fast as Lamborghini’s in Ramadan

[Hook]

[Outro]

I suggest you shut it down

Pack your ‘ish and turn around

Because tonight, we run this town

So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

[Ludacris]

We too dangerous for the World