sh*t Hits The Fan lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Yo, let's bring it

[Chorus: Eminem]
What you gonna do when sh*t 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*t 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*ggas is so gangsta, n*ggas is thugs
n*ggas'll spend they whole life peddling drugs
Slangin' dope in hopes of one day being able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some n*ggas 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*ggas'll get money and pay n*ggas to back 'em so they can act up, feel comfortable and rap tough
And that's ass-backwards
'Cause them n*ggas just gon' keep comin' back and that's when extortion happens and you struggle to get free
I know how this sh*t be
You'd give anything to live legitimately
But you gon' find if you do get in this industry
It's best to do business with me than against me
n*ggas get behind mics and ain't even emcees
n*ggas get on MTV just to diss me
This sh*t don't even p*ss me off
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Watching the satellite from a Bentley
And you n*ggas ain't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the f*ck you are
To tell you to suck my di*k while I'm p*ssin'
I don't even listen to your sh*t to know who the f*ck I'm dissin'
And media just feeds into these feuds
Tryna add fuel to the fire, this lil' n*gga Ja Rule
Talking bout he's gon' slap me? n*gga, 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, pus*y, you not Pac, I knew him
Pac was a real n*gga, you just a f*cking insult to him
It's too bad we had to fall out before he passed
'Cause if he could see this sh*t now, he'd be whoopin' your ass
You're talkin' to a pioneer who engineered this sh*t for 19 years
Who you got in ya ear? (Pshhhhh!)
I ain't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit tryna be tough, n*gga, you look like an as*h*le
[Chorus: Eminem]
What you gonna do when sh*t 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*t 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 2: Obie Trice]
They say, "Why don't we increase the peace?"
The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps
'Cause n*ggas run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that fo'-five will cease your speech
Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached ya peak, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm tryin' to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a n*gga tryin' to throw me an obstacle
n*gga, I'm not boxin' 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*ck
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*tch in you
All this bickerin' back and forth over who signs who
Curtis pulled your skirt up, n*gga, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!
And quit tellin' all these magazines your plans
How you gon' slap up my mans? You're fict-ious
n*gga, we'll send Stan to come murder your b*tches
[Chorus: Eminem]
What you gonna do when sh*t 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*t 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?

[Outro: Obie Trice]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Go hide behind all the gangstas you want, n*gga
Matter of fact
Go get every gangsta from every hood
In the United States of America to back you, n*gga
Ain't nobody ridin' wit you
You can't see that?
You fell off, n*gga
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Damn
Shady slash Aftermath, mothaf*cker
2003 to infinity!
Yeah!