Eminem - Hennessey lyrics

[Intro] Hahah! Yeah n***a f** that gin & juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a n***a a gla** Hennessey, that dark sh** (That's right) That's right [Obie Trice] Ay pour me some of that too baby [Hook 1: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**in motto n***a?) Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**in motto) Hennessy Hahaha, y'all n***as can't f** with this ol' thug sh** Hennessy (That's what you sippin on, now what's your name n***a?) Big ballin' a** n***a named 'Pac [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I was born in the gutter facin life or d**h I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath These motherf**ers wanna see me die, so who am I To try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them n***as fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The n***a you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin ain't no love b**h I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm trying to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dying days Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so n***a blaze Cause we some motherf**in fools Walkin through the streets wearing j**els, breakin n***as makin moves Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy [Hook 2: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**in motto n***a?) Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**in motto) Hennessy Hahaha, y'all n***as can't f** with this ol' thug sh** Hennessy (That's what I'm sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be) Big ballin' a** n***a named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice + (2Pac)] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, them n***as was ballin My mama couldn't tell me sh**, the streets was callin I was often involved with n***as breakin the law I look back, 'Pac n***a, we was bankin off raw P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects Threw the sack to his lil' n***as workin the set And if you got it you gettin wet, n***a bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss sh** Detroit n***as off sh** (Robbin n***as in the do'ways) That's right (With my four-four, that's the sure way) And this your road days, All Eyez on Me We was looney I suppose, you could (die homie) O. Trice always rep his block Pa** the Henn and that ice I'm on a track with 'Pac n***a [Hook] [Obie Trice] Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, n***a Detroit love you boy You put it down out here, I mean, y'know Me and my family, my friends, n***a we ride for you always 2Pacalypse Now 'til infinity boy, forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor n***a