Conway the Machine feat. Eminem - BANG (Original Version)

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah (Brr), uh (Brr, brr, brr) (Brr, brr, brr) Machine (Brr) It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr) It’s not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr) Look, look [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I’m rich (Ahh) Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha) I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh) Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh) I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (Ayo, let's roll somethin') Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh) The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr) Uh, I’m with the jackboys, I’m with the robbin' team (Uh-huh) On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha) Everything I jot is mean, how you gon’ stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh) The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo) My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh) Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh) Whippin’ all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga) Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Until I pull up, let it– [Verse 2: Eminem] I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?) Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink like a flamingo (Pink) That was back when I smoked Canibus (What?) Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'Cause we shot pool back in '01 Was it '02? I don't know, but Something told me fuckin' not to Then we got stuck in high school I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt Y'all are like a fucked up remote (Ha-ha) Now I get it why our button's broke 'Cause you press him but he don't do nothing though (Damn it) 'Specially when it comes to punches thrown You motherfuckers keep wanting smoke, so the blunt is rolled Take another toke of the spliff and inhale 'Cause all you're gonna get is an "L," and smoked like a fuckin' roach So we don't got nothing in common, not even a fuckin' cold Or nasal issue if it comes to blows Wasted tissue, tell this journalist stick to the stuff he knows Like always runnin' from Migos Here a mic, there a mic Everywhere a mic, share and share alike But just don't compare alike Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin' Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, I'm sendin' a shot Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' them off They're goin' home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha In a beat up trailer, now Shady meets Griselda Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla How can we be so hella— copped a motherfuckin' attitude? I'm gonna need propellers The chopper, the Machine Gun killer Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities Stop there between Kelly and Conway But fuck that little blond bitch too RIP Mac Miller But come and get it if you think that shit a— [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?) Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Until I pull up, let it–