Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Song: Forgot About Dre
[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthaf**k the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So f**k ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep f**kin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
[chorus] x2 [Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a f**k if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as f**k
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
f**k you too b**ch call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthaf**kin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still one found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And I'm still loco and nuts
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's ok go with him Hailey
[chorus] x2
[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthaf**kas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and f**k rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
[Chorus] x3
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Dogg
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Song: Still D.R.E.
[Snoop]
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that s**t, right?
[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
[Snoop - singing]
If you ain't up on pace
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Chorus:
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x)
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
Chorus
It ain't nothing but more hot s**t
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly b**ch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back
[Snoop - singing]
So if you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
Chorus x1.5
[Snoop]
Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that s**t up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.
Artist: DMX feat. Sisqo
Album: And Then There Was...X
Song: What These b**ches Want
[DMX]
Uhh..
[Sisqo]
DMX, Sisqo
[DMX]
Yo.. what these b**ches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin?
[DMX]
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX]
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
Break em off, some..
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet b**ches, discrete b**ches
Street b**ches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet b**ches (WHAT?)
Make you wanna eat b**ches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I f**k with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they s**t
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life
(aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - b**ch, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"
Chorus: Sisqo
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
Really want..
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these b**ches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh)
Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?)
Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
b**ches is on some other s**t now that I'm f**kin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the f**k you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the f**k you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the b**ches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the s**t (aight?)
And that's all they f**kin with, but see these b**ches don't know
If these b**ches ain't for real, these b**ches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
[Sisqo - singing over dub chorus]
X let me talk to em for a minute
Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be
a victim of my reality
Heard you callin me names, said I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)
Artist: DMX
Album: And Then There Was...X
Song: What's My Name
(DMX)
This is the f**kin s**t I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothaf**kers
You think it's a game? You think it's a f**kin GAME?
Come on, uh, uh, uh
Come on, uh, uh�
What'cha really want
What'cha really want, what
D-M-X, uh, uh�
Come on, Ryde or die
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
What's my name?
DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest
One more time
I'mma spit at you some s**t That's gon get at you be f**kin with your mind
Stop talkin s**t
Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you f**kin with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas, I have no friends
You still actin up
Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get f**ked
The game don't stop
I'm still gettin down for whatever, whenever that's why my s**t is hot
Can't keep it real
Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel
I shed blood
For my people that'll keep you lookin see-through whenever you try to creep through
[CHORUS] x2
D-M-X
If you want it we got it
Come and get it nigga we wit it
All you gotta do is set it baby
Ryde or die
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want
You still playin games
You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do �em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin s**t through em
Never comin' back
Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga (alright)
No more deaths
Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left
Bust my gun
If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one
Dog for life
We gon get to the bottom of this s**t if it takes all night
Stop drop open up shop (what?)
Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
Ryde or die
What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye
[CHORUS] x2
Look at all these off brand niggas
Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's
That's that bulls**t
Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the s**t out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile
Suck my d**k
And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
Let's get it on baby
I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy?
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time
[CHORUS] x4
D-M-X!
[CHORUS]
D-M-X!
Artist: DMX
Album: And Then There Was...X
Song: Here We Go Again
[DMX]
Same old s**t dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
IT IS NOT, A f**kING GAME!
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
If it's f**k me nigga, then you know it's f**k you
I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uhh)
Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man (uh-huh)
He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him (yeh)
So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight)
Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair
Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn)
Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight
But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight
Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship
but shorty's f**kin up big time, I HATE THIS s**t
I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga
knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga (damn)
My next move is crucial, what do I do?
How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew?
Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him
I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him (aight?)
Chorus: DMX
Here we go again..
Same old s**t dog, just a different day
Here we go again..
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again..
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again..
So if it's f**k me nigga, then you know it's f**k you
[DMX]
Niggaz that I f**k wit, wanna get him dead
But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live
Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man
but I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh)
Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do (uh)
Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?)
I can forgive I just can't forget
You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for s**t (no)
If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uhh)
If I see you again, GET IT, understood?
Go 'head before I change my mind cause you know you should be dead
"I just wanted to say --" AIGHT?!!!! GO 'HEAD!
Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is
I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm)
But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah)
went against the rules of the game that we played (damn)
Chorus
[DMX]
I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Now this nigga's f**kin with the competition (WHAT?)
Ungrateful motherf**ker, shoulda got him missin (WHAT?)
This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness
Gotsta get back on some street s**t so I can creep this
rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two
get him there, take three, get him done
Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him
{*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them
Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are
CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far
What you did was put on another pair of shoes
and they just happened to be too big
What you did was stupid (damn) real f**kin stupid (aight?)
Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do?
Threw it back in my f**kin face so f**k YOU TOO *BLAM* aight?
Chorus 2X
Xzibit
Song:Get Your Walk On
Restless
[Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
b**ch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin
Y'all got it all f**ked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
b**ch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your s**t knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the s**t you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna f**k with Xzibit but can't come close motherf**kers
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Tell y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk s**t
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb b**ch
and then bounce with a couple, motherf**k a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle
[Chorus] - 2X
Xzibit
Song:Front 2 Back
Restless
[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, X get drunk and f**k fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a d**k befo'
All these b**ches in here
[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a f**k
Stickin 'em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can't complain
Type of s**t that make you wish you was dead
Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract b**ches like flies to s**t
Pop pills and ride the d**k
Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire
Bangin s**t over the fence with Rottweiler
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain't safe where I'm from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own
[Xzibit]
I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let s**t slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y'all b**ches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted
You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat
I'd rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?
[Chorus 1/2]
[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and f**k fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a d**k befo'
All these b**ches in here
Xzibit / Eminem
Song:Don't Approach Me
Restless
[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's crackin?
[X] Hit this s**t
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherf**ker today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherf**kers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherf**kin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?
[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
So don't approach me, I won't approach you
And don't insult me, I won't insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do
[Xzibit]
Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
f**k THAT, this the f**kin thanks I get
for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my b**ch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child
It's like..
[Eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
without these cameras in our faces like animals
for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue
and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
whether it's unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, you're so full of s**t
this clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it
And don't give me no bulls**t I'm not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the s**t
Don't tell me bout the show business s**t
I know what this is, b**ch
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
This ain't business, this is personal b**ch
You don't know Xzibit from s**t, new school, class dismissed
I had a very f**kED UP day, I'm needin this fit
Shuttin motherf**kers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a f**kin piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel
Millionaire motherf**kers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind b**ches gettin d**k to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that's the only s**t that make you dope
b**ch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
and turn til you motherf**kers tell me the right s**t
[Eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
a front door with twelve locks
and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
f**k that, I protect myself
Xzibit / Dr. Dre
Song:U Know
Restless
[Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'f**ka
b**ches and bikinis, listen, huh
Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain't no children in this motherf**ker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even f**kIN with no microphones
So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got s**t to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the b**ches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin b**ch for f**kin me?
(b**ch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out
[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your s**t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink
[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain't afraid of them f**kin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My s**t'll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my d**k til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to f**k
so check it out
[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the f**k out of the way
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink
Y'all ain't f**kin with Dre
[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your f**kin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout
That s**t right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block
and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (s**t) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherf**kers
[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your s**t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink (YO)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
Xzibit / Eminem
Song:Don't Approach Me
Restless
[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's crackin?
[X] Hit this s**t
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherf**ker today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherf**kers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherf**kin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?
[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
So don't approach me, I won't approach you
And don't insult me, I won't insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do
[Xzibit]
Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
f**k THAT, this the f**kin thanks I get
for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my b**ch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child
It's like..
[Eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
without these cameras in our faces like animals
for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue
and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
whether it's unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, you're so full of s**t
this clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it
And don't give me no bulls**t I'm not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the s**t
Don't tell me bout the show business s**t
I know what this is, b**ch
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
This ain't business, this is personal b**ch
You don't know Xzibit from s**t, new school, class dismissed
I had a very f**kED UP day, I'm needin this fit
Shuttin motherf**kers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a f**kin piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel
Millionaire motherf**kers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind b**ches gettin d**k to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that's the only s**t that make you dope
b**ch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
and turn til you motherf**kers tell me the right s**t
[Eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
a front door with twelve locks
and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
f**k that, I protect myself
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Kurupt & Hittman
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Housewife
Chorus: Kurupt
Now this this is one of them occasions
where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
a b**ch is a b**ch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold d**k while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(Where the f**k is my money?) I cannot G guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this b**ch speakin Spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this d**k huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin
I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
Chorus
[Hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka b**ch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve s**t like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that b**ch keep f**kin up (beotch) then we'll f**k her friends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop f**kin with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And b**ches ain't s**t but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat d**k like eggs and steak
That ain't s**t new, I thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
Chorus
{*door slams*}
[D.O.C.]
Lil' 1/2 Dead
[1/2 Dead??]
Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
[D.O.C.]
Yeahhh
[some hoe]
He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
if he don't fill my motherf**kin drink up!
[1/2 Dead??]
Or fill your motherf**kin mouth up
[D.O.C.]
Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
[some hoe]
I don't think so!!
Xzibit / Snoop Dogg
Song:X
Restless
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bounce it
Come on
The first day of the rest of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike
Y'all keep the spotlight
I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe
And call it a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix s**t
That you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (Who?)
Not even on your best day
Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up
Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a f**k
Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut
Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
b**ches be quick to give me brains while I post the range
Going up and down my d**k like the stock exchange
1 - (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family
Repeat 1
Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp s**t
Approach every woman like a potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight
Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife
Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his d**k like a Visa
I run it through and money come out
Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house
Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch
Now you know that it was bound to happen
I came to give you what you lackin'
Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin
Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop tops sittin' on twenties
Using rappers like crash test dummies
Stackin' real estate and money
It's funny how things change overnight
When you thinking right
I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife
Repeat 1 (2x)
What an event?
We hardcore 100%
Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents
The real deal, how does it feel?
No special effects
Yank the chain off of your neck
Demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound strange to me
It be like everybody around me done changed but me
I stand alone on my own two feet
Stagger tracks, strangle the beat
Restless no time for sleep
Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet
It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend
Straight to the chair
(Not these niggas again)
Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in
I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious
Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Snoop Dogg]
So there you have it
A-B-C D-P-G-C
X to the motherf**kin' Z
Mr. Xuberant, Mr. Xtravagant
Xtrodinary, Mr. Xalata
X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy
X-ing a b**ch out if you tryna test a g
And what's the recipe?
Xcalibur weaponary
And we shoot Xceptionally
That there is hot
X marks the spot?
f**k naw, X spots the marks
Xclamation point niggas
Artist: DMX f/ Faith Evans
Album: The Great Depression
Song: I Miss You
[DMX]
I know that my savior lives
And at the end, he will stand on this earth
My flesh may be destroyed, yet from this body, I will see God
Yes, I will see him for myself - and I long for that moment
Grandma, I really miss you and it ain't been the same
I drop a tear when I, hear yo' name
Mariella Holloway, why you gotta be so far away?
Used to say, "Don't worry, it's gon' be okay"
But it ain't - it's like when you left, you took the Lord witchu
Why couldn't I come when he came to get you?
Damn I really miss you - I had to say it again
I remember the time when I was like ten
Crept up in the neighbor's yard, yeah, bein hard headed
You told me I would get it - you said it!
And boy did I get it, but after you spanked me, you hugged me
Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me
And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me
I thought - how bad could this hurt be? I know now
That's why it's only done out of love
What I wouldn't give for one mo' hug, from grandma
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin)
Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin)
[DMX]
What I'm about to say a couple of family members is gon' hate me
But I'ma let you know what's been goin on lately
Now you know since you left, a lot of things witcho kids done changed
Yeah Jackie's still crazy, don't know what's up with James
Ain't seen Jerry in a while, you know he walk like you
And Renee's back in jail, you know she talk like you
Riculah's(?) doin real good now, she workin
Rhonda's still runnin around, trickin, jerkin
Buckeye's buggin, he done lost his mind
And Jarvis? Back out of jail, doin fine
Kylie? He done changed, it ain't all about self
As for my father.. well, that's somethin else
But that's my dog, he hold his grandmother down
My great grandmother, makin a lot of trips out of town
But that's a good thing, and if I could only hear you sing
once more, oh Lord, the comfort it would bring
[Chorus]
[DMX]
You left behind a mother (and) eleven kids (and) eleven grandkids
And since then, two of yo' grandkids done had kids
They had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier's brother, that's right
Xavier's means you a great grandmother
I thank you for the best times of my life
I thank you for when you first met her, accepted and lovin my wife
I thank you for those Sunday dinners, they were vital
I thank you for my - life, I thank you for the bible
I thank you for the songs that you sing in the mornin
(Amazing Grace..) while I'm yawnin
I thank you for the two beatings you gave me
Cause I know somewhere along the line
the lesson I learned from the two beatings saved me
And when you died I cried like a baby, I begged the Lord to take me
Cause no one else could give me what you gave me
But life like everything comes to an end
I pray I go to heaven to see you again - amen
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Faith Evans]
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see, yeahhh
Artist: DMX
Album: The Great Depression
Song: Who We Be
[DMX]
Uhh, yeah, another one of those (this is for my nigga Q)
down to earth joints (rest in peace baby - you know how we roll)
There's so many that don't know (you knew I could do it)
[Chorus]
They don't knooow, who we beee
They don't knooow, who we beee
[DMX over Chorus]
This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby (I miss you dog)
You still here with me.. what they don't know is!
[DMX]
The bulls**t, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (uhh!)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
(aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
(what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
(uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!)
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
(damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did
(uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh)
My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh)
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em
(uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!)
The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!)
The s**t, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's
(damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
(aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me
(what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh)
The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight?
[Chorus 4X]
[DMX over Chorus]
Man listen
These motherf**kers don't know, who we are!
They don't know
They couldn't possibly f**kin know dawg
That's from the heart
Artist: Dr Dre feat. Eminem
What's Tha Difference?
Album:The chronic
what's the differance between me and you x2
Dre-
Back when Q was rolling wid Lorenzo in a Benzo
i was banging wid a gang of instramentals,
got the pens and pencils, got down ta business,
but sometimes the business end of the s**t can
turn your friends against u, but u was a real
nigga i could sense it in u, i still remember the
window of the car that u went through, that's f**ked
up, but i'll never forget the s**t we been through,
and i'm do whatever it takes to convence you,
cuz u my nigga doc, and eazy i'm stll wid u, f**k
the beef nigga i miss u and thats just being real
wid u, ya see the truth is everyone wanna know
how close me and snopp is and who I'm still
cool wid, then i got these fake ass nigga that
i first grew wid, claiming they non-violence
talking like (the way I used to be) spitting
venom in um interviews speaking on reunions
move units then talk s**t and we can do this,
until then i ain't even speaking your name, just
keep my name outta your mouth and we can keep
it the same nigga it that I'm big to listen to the
rumors its just that I'm to damn big to pay
attention to um. Thats the difference.
Chorus-
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but u don't do what u
supposed to do, i act on what i feel with
everything and emotions I'm used to living big
dogg style with straight royce x2
Yo , i stay wid it while u try to perpatrate play
wid it , never knew about the next leval till dre
did it, i stay committed while u motherf**kers
babysitt it i smash the critics like a over head
right from ridic, come an get it, s**tted on
villans by the millions i be catching b**ches
while b**ches be catching fillings so what the
f**k am i supposed to do i pop bottles at hot
hollows points at each and all of you, a
heartless bastard, high and plastered my style
is like the reaction from too much acid , never
go down, pass it around you can't handle it
hang hollywood niggas by their soul train
laminets, what's the difference between me and
u?( what) about 5 bank account 3 ounces and
2 vechiles, until my death i'm bang ladeat i
suggest u hold your breath to lay none left yo
thats the difference
chorus X2
Eminem-
alright, hold up, hold up, stop the beat a minute,
i got something ta say, dre i wanna tell u this s**t
right now while this f**king weed is in me,
(what ta f**k)
i don't know if i ever told u this, but i love u dogg
i got your mother-f**king back just know this
s**t
Dre-
(right) slim i don't know if u noticed it but I've
had your back from day 1 nigga lets blow this
b**ch
Eminem-
I mean it dogg u ever need somebody off who's
throat is it
Dre-
well if u eva kill that Kim b**ch I'll show u where
the ocean is
Eminem-
Well thats cool and I appreciate the offer, but if i
do decide to really murder my daughters
momma i sit up in the front seat and put
sunglasses on her and cruise around wid her for
7 hours through California, and have her waving
to people(hi) then drop her off on the corner at
the police station and drive off honking the horn
for her, rod naw get your rod nawd off drop the
sawd off and beat u wid a piece of a sawd off of,
f**k blood i wanna see some lungs coughed up
get shot up in the hot tub till the bubbles pop up,
and their nose and cough start up, mucas in hot
water thats for trynna talk like the chronic was
lost product, thats for even thinking of having
them thoughts thought up, u better show some
respect whenever the docs brought up, so whats
the difference between us? we can start at the
penis, and we can scream i just don't give a f**k
and see who means it
Chorusx2
Artist: DMX
Album: The Great Depression
Song: We Right Here
[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Bring it! What?
We right here
We're not goin anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew cuz we don't care
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
One mo' time,
I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk
Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk
This gon' be
The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003
And y'all gon' see
That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me
Just like that
I can go away for a minute, do some other s**t, but bounce right back
And when it's on
I'm comin strapped, with some s**t that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn
And when you gone
Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that s**t was a dream
Nigga you gone
That's for real
Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal
Oh my God
Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Here we go again
How many million did my last one sell? f**k it, I'm goin for ten
This never gon' stop; and every f**kin time I hit you
it's goin straight to the top of the charts
The champion
I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done
Cross the line
And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin
Yo, what the f**k
Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck
Yo, that's my word
I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard
But, y'all gone see
That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee
And then you'll know
That sometimes though you come thru the front,
you leavin out the backdo'
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Bring the noise
And you better come with niggas you don't give a f**k about,
Cuz you gone lose your boys
Cuz we don't play
And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say
Dog for life
Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life
Click click boom {*gunshot*}
Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral
Still waters run deep
And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep
But I keep goin, goin
s**t I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin
The dog gone live
Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give
The dog is good
And how it's stayin dog gone f**k with the hood
The dog f**k with the wood
[Chorus] 2x
[DMX]
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Repeat until fade]
Marshall Mathers LP
Song:Who Knew
Eminem
(I never knew I)
(I never knew I)
Mic check, one, two
(I never knew I)
Who would've knew?
(I never knew I)
Who would've known?
(I never knew I)
Who the f**k would've thought?
(I never knew I)
Motherf**ker comes out
(I never knew I)
Sells a couple-a million records
(I never knew I)
And these motherf**kers hit the ceiling
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
(Nope)
I make fight music for high school kids
Put lives at risk when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this
s**t, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the f**k way down, waiting to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you want me to watch my mouth? How?
Take my f**king eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your f**kin' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrants so you can't put your burning furniture out
{Oh my God, oh my God)
I'm sorry there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix-up lyrics while our President gets his dick sucked?
f**k that! Take drugs! Rape sluts!
Make fun of gay clubs! Men who wear makeup!
Get aware! Wake up! Get a sense of humor!
Quit tryin' to censor music
This is for your kid's amusement
(The kids!)
But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
You should've been watching him
Apparently you ain't parents
1 - I never knew I
Knew I would get this big
I never knew I'd
Knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd
Get him to slit his wrists
I never knew I'd
Get him to hit this b**ch
Repeat 1
So who's bringing the guns in this country?
(Hmm!)
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London
And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shooting all sorts of motherf**kers with an uzi
I see these three little kids up in the front row
Screaming "Go!" with their 17-year old uncle
I'm like guidance?
Ain't they got the same moms and dads?
Who got mad when I asked if they like violence?
And told me that my tape got 'em to swear
What about the makeup
You allowed your twelve-year old daughter to wear?
(Hmm!)
So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
*When this bus driver's screaming at him, f**king him up worse"
(Sit down you little f**king prick)
And f**k was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade flipping the gym teacher the bird
(Look!)
So read up 'bout how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change schools every three months
My life's like kinda what my wife's like
(What?)
f**ked up after I beat her f**king ass every night, Ike
So how much easier would life be
If nineteen million motherf**kers grew to be just like me cause
Repeat 1 (2x)
I never knew I, knew I
Have a new house or a new car
Couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth do I?
f**k, s**t, ass, b**ch, c**t, shoobie-a-doo-wap
(Woops!)
Skee-bee-ba-bee-wop, on Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis whores and hittin' some trees
(Hey!)
How many retards will listen to me?
And run in the school shooting when they're pissed at the teacher
Her or him, is it you? Is it him?
Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again
Damn, how much damage can you do with a pen?
Man, I'm just as f**ked up as you would've been
If you would've been in my shoes, who would've thought?
Slim Shady would've been something that you would've bought
That would've made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it I didn't know if you did it or not cause
Repeat 1 (2x)
How the f**k was I supposed to know?
Album:Marshall Mathers LP
Song:The Way I Am
Artist:Eminem
Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ay yo, this song is for anyone
f**k it just shut up and listen
Ay yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the s**t needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth
Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed
And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre s**t that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feedin' my
daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherf**kin thing
I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be
It's just me
1 - And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And "oh it's just lyrical content!"
The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em
But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up when you don't give a f**k
When you won't just put up with the bulls**t they pull
Cause they full of s**t too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school
And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it's at middle America
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned
Repeat 1
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at Rock 'N' Roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with this cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same f**king questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
Till I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it
I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a s**t in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I'm glad cause
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