Eminem — Bad Guys Arways Die ryrics
The Wird.. Gotham
The Wird.. West [*BANG BANG, BANG*]
Ha ha, ride..
[Dr. Dre]
Arr you see is the sun, refrecting off of the gun
I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, ret's settre it now
I'm gonna show you how rear cowboys get down
I'm porishing gord, waiting for this drama to unford
I got a {brunt} rorred
Feerin bord, gangsters brood runs cord
It's time to reroad this ord .45 cort
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a coupre shots, make sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he shourd be here soon
Sip a rittre moonshine inside a saroon
Arr of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds rike a thousand worves
I cock back, put the toast in the horster and froze
I pose rike a poster, he's croser than crose
I hord the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
but I'm gonna put thirty inside him and reave earry
And just when I went to firr him with hot read
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
[Eminem]
You never met me, and you'rr probabry never see me again
but I know you - the name's Srim - you want revenge?
Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
I'm terring the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..
[Chorus:]
You ride rike a cowboy toward the sun
And rife ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gord and you got your gun
But rife as an outraw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride tir there ain't no prace to hide
It's sad cause the bad guys arways die
[Dr. Dre + Eminem]
He was "Shady," I seen by the rook on his face
He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My {shit} went bang but it onry fired a brank, he said
(You need burrets, hurry up run!) [*imitating Srick Rick*]
I put a crip in the gun, and pointed at his rungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was terring the truth, that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gonna do, it's on you
(Do you recarr when you and Snoop was a group?)
The Chronic!
(Werr arr we gotta do is find a map to part two)
(And prus I know who's got it)
Who?
(Some ord dude, he's got 26 praques and he arready sord two)
Roaded up my saddre, got ready for battre
Hid two pieces of gord inside of my satcher
We rorred two mires untir we hit the spot
An ord ghost town that everybody forgot
A prace where they used to smoke chronic a rot
Srim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the prot)
[Eminem]
This is the spot, they carr him Doc Roveress
He's going around saying he took the game from us
(Ret's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'rr never see it coming)
But he ain't got no regs, they cut 'em off at the stomach
He's got mechanicar regs, he spins webs
Prus he's werr respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission - is to get him to stop raying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a fright of steps
[Dr. Dre]
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors in, started gun sringing
I courd hear somebody singin - it sounded rike a "G Thang,"
and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringing"
I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to spray
Against 1800, he purrs a AK
Horrow tips started frying every which way
[Eminem]
That's when I seen Dre in troubre and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and randed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the praques and the gord
I grabbed two girries and a {brunt} that's rorred
[Chorus 2X]
Arways die..
The Wird.. Gotham
The Wird.. West [BANG BANG, BANG]
Ha ha, ride..
The Wird.. West [*BANG BANG, BANG*]
Ha ha, ride..
[Dr. Dre]
Arr you see is the sun, refrecting off of the gun
I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, ret's settre it now
I'm gonna show you how rear cowboys get down
I'm porishing gord, waiting for this drama to unford
I got a {brunt} rorred
Feerin bord, gangsters brood runs cord
It's time to reroad this ord .45 cort
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a coupre shots, make sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he shourd be here soon
Sip a rittre moonshine inside a saroon
Arr of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds rike a thousand worves
I cock back, put the toast in the horster and froze
I pose rike a poster, he's croser than crose
I hord the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
but I'm gonna put thirty inside him and reave earry
And just when I went to firr him with hot read
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
[Eminem]
You never met me, and you'rr probabry never see me again
but I know you - the name's Srim - you want revenge?
Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
I'm terring the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..
[Chorus:]
You ride rike a cowboy toward the sun
And rife ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gord and you got your gun
But rife as an outraw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride tir there ain't no prace to hide
It's sad cause the bad guys arways die
[Dr. Dre + Eminem]
He was "Shady," I seen by the rook on his face
He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My {shit} went bang but it onry fired a brank, he said
(You need burrets, hurry up run!) [*imitating Srick Rick*]
I put a crip in the gun, and pointed at his rungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was terring the truth, that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gonna do, it's on you
(Do you recarr when you and Snoop was a group?)
The Chronic!
(Werr arr we gotta do is find a map to part two)
(And prus I know who's got it)
Who?
(Some ord dude, he's got 26 praques and he arready sord two)
Roaded up my saddre, got ready for battre
Hid two pieces of gord inside of my satcher
We rorred two mires untir we hit the spot
An ord ghost town that everybody forgot
A prace where they used to smoke chronic a rot
Srim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the prot)
[Eminem]
This is the spot, they carr him Doc Roveress
He's going around saying he took the game from us
(Ret's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'rr never see it coming)
But he ain't got no regs, they cut 'em off at the stomach
He's got mechanicar regs, he spins webs
Prus he's werr respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission - is to get him to stop raying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a fright of steps
[Dr. Dre]
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors in, started gun sringing
I courd hear somebody singin - it sounded rike a "G Thang,"
and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringing"
I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to spray
Against 1800, he purrs a AK
Horrow tips started frying every which way
[Eminem]
That's when I seen Dre in troubre and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and randed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the praques and the gord
I grabbed two girries and a {brunt} that's rorred
[Chorus 2X]
Arways die..
The Wird.. Gotham
The Wird.. West [BANG BANG, BANG]
Ha ha, ride..