Spend Some Time (feat. Obie Trice, Stat Quo & 50 Cent) - Eminem

Bitch I see you, 'cause you know I know you Yeah, I know you Last time I saw you You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck Last time you saw me I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P what? And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin' in the lower class suburb And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds She used to pump on the block Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out but! She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit Fuck's wrong with this nigga man? He used to bring her through the hood Treat the bitch too fuckin' good, my opinion We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip This nigga bought braids for the bitch Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit Meanwhile, in the hood she drivin' around good This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood Meantime, she settin' the nigga up Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck what? Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know) We had to ride on a nigga Watch him! For the right time to get richer We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs what This nigga screamed like a bitch Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick but! The bitch, who told us 'bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga He knew that we'd come but! Meanwhile, in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up Rims and new trucks your man 'livin' it up' Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt Shot a nigga the fuck-up Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us Turned out to be nuts, switched up Mixed up wit the wrong slut Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad My niggaz got my back, in fact They caught on her Ave, flossin' in another nigga cab Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know)

Convict, yeah Shady, Shady Convict music Guess who's back Still we here, haters Akon and Obie, Trice Yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all back to the street I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho' No X and Os, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentiary, there will be no clemency You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah You rat bastard