Stat Quo Here We Go Lyrics

[Eminem] {Stat Quo} *Sample*
Oh! (Oh!)
Stat Quo! (Stat Quo...)
Here we go! (Here we go...)
Come on! (Come on...)
You ready?
Let's do it, man... {Uh, uh, uh uh uhh...}
Shady Aftermath... *Sound/without/focus/is just/noise*
{Yeah!} We keep that thang, man... (By my side!)
[Stat Quo]
When you do something to somebody, girl... (By my side!)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next to you, (By my side!)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my s___ right here with me, (By my side!)
Hey, hey, hey, (The reason everywhere you go, ladies) (By my side!)
(Okay) So being that that's the case, (By my side!)
I'll tell you bout, (By my side!)
That b____, tell you 'bout my side... (By my side!)

[Verse 1]
The way I growed up, shown up, chips on my shoulder,
Knew about that caller when I was in a stroller,
Became a holder, choppin' 'em boulders, gettin' older,
Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em rollers, meetin' quarters,
Shorty bi-polar, load up like c___ (?), I tried to told ya',
One move and I'm on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over,
You on that doja, G.I. Joe s___ but you ain't a soldier,
Chop her, afford her, you not Cobra, commader, you poser,
I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor (?),
Leakin' outta your body temperature is gettin' colder,
But you sweatin', and dizzy like a person who ain't sober,
Realisin' your life is coming quickly to a closure,
Losin' composure, outta breath like you underwater,
Twenty seconds in the game, and this the fourth quarter,
Prime Time, Dateline, all the best exposure,
Now you still on the news and everybody knows ya,
Yeah... (Get!) (By my side!)

[Chorus]
To all them ni**as tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By my side!)
To all them ni**as tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (By my side!)
Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!)

[Verse 2]
Go on then boi, get yo' vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun,
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun,
Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko ni**a,
They know that, I just f___ and be gone, probably crazy, halfway dumb,
Don't stop, even when I lock on, believe every word out my lung,
I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no rappin, uh!
Back, all the way back, when you see that strap, cuz it go da-da-da-dah!
Are you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my,
Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire, (?) look in my eye,
Have your spirit below me or floatin' in the f___in' sky,
All black is my attire, lookin' like an umpire,
Toss you in the trash, like a bullshit album fly,
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah-ye-yeah... (By my side!)

[Verse 3]
The murder capital Momeham (?) yes, it's thriller,
Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off in a river,
It's cold, you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver,
These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows,
Or chinchilla a twanky fella, horn a verilla (?),
They turn us serial a__assins for some scrilla,
Not me, cuz he, I mean him, yes this ni**a,
Stays true to what I do, cuz I keeps it triller,
Be real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
It's serious business shorty, nothin' that's more iller,
No discrimination, you can be chocolate or vanilla,
Can't find yourself in the presence of a f___in' killer,
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah.... (By my side!)