Luis Resto - No Words (feat. Eminem, Big Proof) lyrics

{Intro: Trick Trick} 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 InRead invented by Teads Or motherf**ers as I like to call 'em To just, shut the f** up Let's go {Verse 1: Trick Trick} You witnessed the a** whoopin, bones got broke When the .50-cal blast, couldn't last through the smoke As you choke, pay attention, bear winess to this motherf**er 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 b**h when n***as laughed at you Now you agitated a little bit, actin just like a little b**h I figured that you would surface and knew you happened to manage to pop sh** 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 k**in these b**hes 'til everybody learn fu*k time, and it's time these f**ers 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, n***as can be gone I'ma do another verse but it ain't much more I can SPEAK on! {Chorus: Eminem} There's nothin more these words can say (can say) This hard-headed motherf**er 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, b**hes better get the f** out my way (my way) {Verse 2: Proof} 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 n***as 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 b**hes, still screamin' "fu*k the law!" {Chorus} There's nothin more these words can say (can say) This hard-headed motherf**er 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, b**hes better get the f** out my way (my way) {Verse 3: Trick Trick} 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 n***as gon' act like they don't wanna act right fu*k 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 pa**es That's why my reputation precedes for beatin a**es Entertainers, they take it as a joke and they tend to provoke An up-and-comin undergrad; motherf**ers got me mad f** it, I'mma give it to 'em if you really gon' do 'em If this motherf**er even BLINKS, put a clip into him Don't even think of negotiatin a treaty The reason most of these n***as is hatin is cause they greedy Uncovered another man's sh*t, now that's a real b**h Now the NEXT motherf**er gon' DIE, that's IT! k** one of you b**hes