Eminem Rush Ya Clique Lyrics

Eminem Rush Ya Clique lyrics is displayed below. Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), better known by his stage name Eminem/Slim Shady is an American rapper and record producer. Eminem learned his trade while growing up in Detroit, United States, and quickly gained popularity in 1999 with his major-label album, The Slim Shady LP, which won a Grammy Award for Best Rap Album. The following album, The Marshall Mathers LP, became the fastest-selling solo album in the United States history.

The Marshall Mathers LP and his third album, The Eminem Show, also won Grammy Awards, making Eminem the first artist to win Best Rap Album for three consecutive LPs. He then won the award again in 2010 for his album Relapse, giving him a total of 11 Grammys in his career. In 2002, he won the Academy Award for Best Original Song for "Lose Yourself" from the film, 8 Mile, in which he also played the lead. "Lose Yourself" would go on to become the longest running #1 hip-hop single. Eminem then went on hiat...Read More

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    Artist: Eminem and Outsidaz

    Song Lyrics: Rush Ya Clique

    [Chorus: Pace Won]
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outs in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outs in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outs in the area tearing things up

    [Az-Izz]
    Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
    Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
    Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
    Outs in a fear of family presents

    Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
    To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
    Stay skeed off laced weed
    I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
    Rolling box of Tracies

    [Pace Won]
    Call a go-go dancer
    Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
    Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
    Once for my cock, twice for my block,

    I got it locked like handcuffs
    Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
    Swing a blow you can't duck
    Throw up your hands, what?

    Nobody on earth could see Pacer
    I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer

    [Chorus]

    [Slang Ton]
    I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
    Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
    And if you ever want to get a deal
    You should either OD off skill pills

    Or steal my reel-to-reel
    Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
    I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
    Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is

    And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges

    [Eminem]
    I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
    I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
    Right off the top, then go back to the top
    And then repeat it (Ha)

    Write it down on the paper
    And still be able to read it (Sorry)
    I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
    I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)

    I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
    I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years
    ([Pace Won] So done, here?)
    Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear

    Lauryn, huh? Hill?
    ([Pace won] There's more than one?)
    What? You want me to stop? Here?

    [Chorus]

    [Young Zee]
    Yeah
    Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
    'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
    Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs

    Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
    Yea, we all of the a volumes
    What be the outcome?
    We selling twenty million albums

    Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
    You fell off, and had to take your five mic
    And push a white Ac, with a bike rack

    [Axe]
    It's the A, the X, the E
    Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
    F' with we, what you expect to see
    Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace

    Bet they find my pistol next to me
    My dick is giving ecstasy
    Shit I say, spread like leprosy
    I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee

    Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
    Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
    Yo follow, never question me

    [Chorus]

    [Pace Won]
    Come on yo
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
    Outs in the area tearing things up

    Out world baby

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