No Words

{Intro: Trick Trick} You know what the days of talkin is over It ain't too much mo' we can say To try to get these, different individuals InRead invented by Teads Or motherfuckers as I like to call 'em To just, shut the fuck up Let's go {Verse 1: Trick Trick} You witnessed the ass whoopin, bones got broke When the .50-cal blast, couldn't last through the smoke As you choke, pay attention, bear winess to this motherfucker twitchin You excited cause none of the bullets hit you, they missed you And we ain't trippin, wasn't after you But you PISSED, just like a bitch when niggas laughed at you Now you agitated a little bit, actin just like a little bitch I figured that you would surface and knew you happened to manage to pop shit Sayin "Trick that, Trick this" When the balls that you had left when I popped him You shoulda died with him, body and soul coulda burned I'ma keep killin these bitches 'til everybody learn FUCK time, and it's time these fuckers just start dyin I ain't sayin this for sake of this rhyme, and I ain't LYIN I'm man enough to say it and mean it, niggas can be gone I'ma do another verse but it ain't much more I can SPEAK on! {Chorus: Eminem} There's nothin more these words can say (can say) This hard-headed motherfucker just won't let it lay (let it lay) So say a prayer for this player cause he's goin to his grave (to his grave) So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way (my way) {Verse 2: Proof} Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist This is Proof with the truth regardless of all this (for real) As my CEO and best friend of the essence Of why nobody in Detroit wan' test him (huh?) Lesson learned, flesh get burned Tecs in turn, a scar harder than a press and burn Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over Clique been filled the streets with soldiers Includin me, I move and creep with uzi fleets That choose to lead, I'll put your dudes to sleep Who is he? (Trick!) Trick, no treat That street life, AK that still'll lift your feet (blaow!) The rest of these niggas is comical, I'mma go abominable Split like a domino, rhymin' pro Shine without a diamond, go Geronimo to any man with balls Murder you bitches, still screamin' "FUCK the law!" {Chorus} There's nothin more these words can say (can say) This hard-headed motherfucker just won't let it lay (let it lay) So say a prayer for this player cause he's goin to his grave (to his grave) So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way (my way) {Verse 3: Trick Trick} Since talkin about it is considered as conversation Then I'm more than HAPPY to be the sponsor of demonstrations From beatin these cases to bustin in faces and bustin these K's Niggas gon' act like they don't wanna act right FUCK THAT! Had to begin settin the trend Of organizin a mob, and bringin it to an end The levels of toleration'll cease, for givin passes That's why my reputation precedes for beatin asses Entertainers, they take it as a joke and they tend to provoke An up-and-comin undergrad; motherfuckers got me mad Fuck it, I'mma give it to 'em if you really gon' do 'em If this motherfucker even BLINKS, put a clip into him Don't even think of negotiatin a treaty The reason most of these niggas is hatin is cause they greedy Uncovered another man's SHIT, now that's a real bitch Now the NEXT motherfucker gon' DIE, that's IT! Kill one of you bitches