No More To Say - Trick Trick, Eminem, Proof

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

Or motherfuckers as I like to call 'em

To just, shut the fuck up

Let’s go

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!

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)

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!»

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)

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!

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)

Kill one of you bitches