DJ Whoo Kid - sh** Hits the Fan lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah Yo, let's bring it [Hook: Eminem] What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said "What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?" Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] n***as is so gangsta, n***as is thugs n***as'll spend their whole life peddling d** Slanging dope in hopes of one day being able To own their own label and give the game up Some n***as came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some n***as'll get money and pay n***as to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's a** backwards, cause them n***as just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this sh** be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me n***as get behind mics and ain't even emcees n***as get on MTV just to diss me This sh** don't even piss me off I'm laughing all the way to the bank Watching the satellite from ma Bentley And you n***as don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the f** you are To tell you to s** my dick while I'm pissing I don't even listen to your sh** to know who the f** I'm dissing And media just feeds into these feuds Trying to add fuel to the fire This little n***a Ja Rule talking bout he's gonna slap me n***a please, you gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees I laugh at these magazines when they interview him All they doing is making fake threats to us through them And p**y you're not Pac, I knew him Pac was a real n***a, you're just a f**ing insult to em It's too bad we had to fallout before he pa**ed If he could see this sh** now, he'd be whooping your a** You're talking to a pioneer who engineered this sh** for 19 years Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know Quit trying to be tough, n***a, you look like an a**hole [Hook] [Verse 2: Obie Trice] They say why don't we increase the peace The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps Cause n***as run mouths but they don't run streets Till that 45 will cease the speech Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep Could've reached the peak, now you're left with a horrible leak I'm trying to be as bleak with my speech as possible Just in case a n***a trying to throw me an obstacle n***a, I'm not boxing you, I'm hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the Doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets, I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue Give a f** if all ten of them with you I throw an extra ten of them missiles Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the woman and b**h in you All this bickering back and forth over who signs who Curtis pulled your skirt up, n***a, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn! And quit telling all these magazines your plans How you gone slap up my mans, you're fictitious n***a, we'll send Stan to come murder your b**hes [Hook] [Outro: Obie Trice] Hahahahahaha Yeah, yeah Go out behind all the gangstas you want, n***a Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood In the United States of America to back you, n***a Ain't nobody rap wit you You can't see that? You fell off, n***a Hahahahahaha Damn, damn Shady slash Aftermath, motherf**er 2003 to infinity! Yeah!