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Here we go yo, here we go
Pick it up yo, here we go

[Chorus]
BACK ON THE SCENE
CRISPY AND CLEAN
BACK ON THE SCENE
CRISPY AND

[Intro x2: Eminem]
All the ugly people be quiet

[Hook]
I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down
I’mma hold my own, yeah
Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house
Welcome to the frat house

Explain [Joe Budden]
I remember it like it just happened
I could've sworn it was a dream
But in reality it hit me like a nightmare
Or at least that's how it seemed
I just got a grip on our relationship
We was ironing things out, started picking up steam
And when we didn't need it is when it all got heated

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living

[Cee-Lo Green - Hook]
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
This is my motherfucking life

[Crooked I]
S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E
Yes we are the best in the biz

[Hook: Skylar Grey]

So can you rescue me
Because my ship is sinking
And I'm drowning at sea
So can you rescue me, from me
Can you rescue me?

Sex, and drugs, and dirty money
On the race to rule the world, you
Cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now
Three, Two, One
(We number) One

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

[Joell Ortiz]
Rusty 9 gettin’ gully on the roof
This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth
I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops
Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop
Aint nothing nice, filling 5 cent cups with ice
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custie’s like
My flow inspired by po-po ridin’ by

[Hook]
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
That way.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go,
You, you, gotta go, you gotta go.
Walk of shame.

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
We finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cells
When losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose off
To spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smell
Mommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tail
I been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale
For the money y'all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails