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  Stat Quo ]
 
 When you do something to somebody,  (By my side!)
 It ain't just you, it's somebody  to you, (By my side!)
 You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me, (By my 
 Hey, hey,  (The reason everywhere you go, ladies) (By my side!)
 (Okay) So being  that's the case, (By my side!)
 I'll tell you bout, (By my 
 That  tell you 'bout my side... (By my side!)
 
 [ Verse  ]
 The way I growed up,  up, chips on my shoulder,
 Knew  that caller when I was in a stroller,
 Became a holder, choppin' 'em  gettin' older,
 Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em  meetin' quarters,
 Shorty bi-polar, load  like cock (?), I tried to told ya',
 One move and  on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over,
 You on that doja,  Joe shit but you ain't a soldier,
 Chop her, afford her, you  Cobra, commader, you poser,
 I'm the composer, writer of murder, the  (?),
 Leakin' outta your body temperature is  colder,
 But you sweatin', and dizzy  a person who ain't sober,
 Realisin'  life is coming quickly to a closure,
 Losin' composure, outta breath like you 
 Twenty seconds in the game, and this  fourth quarter,
 Prime Time,  all the best exposure,
 Now you  on the news and everybody knows ya,
 Yeah... (Get!) (By  side!)
 
 [ Chorus ]
 
 To all them niggas tryna get me,  (By my side!)
 I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me,  (By my side!)
 I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By  side!)
 To all them niggas tryna get me,  (By my side!)
 I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's  my side!)
 I'm making sure  don't forget me, it's (By my side!)
  che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!)
 
 [ Verse 2 
 Go on then boi, get yo' vest,  yo' neck, kill for fun,
 Watch how  run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun,
 Call  ignorant and young, psycho sicko nigga,
 They know that, I just fuck and be gone, probably crazy, halfway 
 Don't stop, even when I lock  believe every word out my lung,
 I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no  uh!
 Back, all the way back, when you see that  cuz it go da-da-da-dah!
  you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my,
 Face, 'fore you already dry up  that fire, (?) look in my eye,
 Have your spirit below me or  in the fuckin' sky,
 All black is my attire, lookin' like an 
 Toss you in the  like a bullshit album fly,
 Yeah, yeah,  (By my side!)
 
 [ Chorus ]
 
  Verse 3 ]
 
 The murder capital Momeham  yes, it's thriller
 Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off  a river
 It's  you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver
 These  so tough, but really they softer than pillows
 Or chinchilla  twanky fella, horn a verilla (?)
 They turn us  assassins for some scrilla
 Not me, cuz he, I mean  yes this nigga
 Stays true to what I do, cuz  keeps it triller
 Be real, have you ever ever  a trigger?
 It's serious business shorty, nothin' that's more 
 No discrimination, you can be chocolate or 
 Can't find yourself in the presence  a fuckin' killer
 Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah.... (By  side!)
 
 [ Chorus ]
 
 [ Eminem ]
 
 It's The Re-Up!