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Date Posted: 00:44:33 08/15/06 Tue

Ya'll know me still the same ol' GBut I been low keyHated on by most these nigga'sWit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no
keysNo boats, no snowmobiles and no ski'sMad at
me cause I can finally afford to provide my family
witgroceriesGot a crib wit a studio and it's all full
of tracksTo add to the wall full of plaquesHangin up
in the office and back of my house like trophiesDid
ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freezeHo
PleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho'd ya
think taught you to smoke treesWho'd ya think brought
you the OD'sEazy-E's, Ice Cube's and
D.O.C's, the Snoop D O double G'sAnd the group
that said muthafuck the policeGave you a tape full of dope
beatsTo pump when you stroll through in you hoodAnd
when your album sales wasn't doin too goodWho's
the doctor they told you to go seeYa'll better listen
up closelyAll you nigga's that said that I turned
popOr the Firm floppedYa'll are the reason Dre
ain't been getting no sleepSo fuck ya'll, all of
ya'llIf ya'll don't like me blow meYa'll are gonna keep fuckin' around wit meAnd
turn me back to the old me[chorus] x2 [Eminem]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to
sayBut nothin comes out when they move they lipsJust
a bunch of gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot
about Dre[Eminem]So what do you say to
somebody you hate (What?)Or anybody tryna bring trouble
your wayWanna resolve things in a bloodier way (Yup)Just study a tape of NWA.One day I was walkin byWith a walkman onWhen I caught a guy gimme an awkward
eyeSo I strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl
Kani(choking noises)I don't give a fuck if it's
dark or notI'm harder than me tryna park a DodgeWhen I'm drunk as fuckRight next to a humungous
truck in a two car garageHoppin out wit two broken legs
tryna walk it offFuck you too bitch call the copsI'mma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin
dogsAnd when the cops came throughMe and Dre stood
next to a burnt down houseWit a can full of gas and a hand
full of matchesAnd still weren't found out (Right
here!)From here on out it's the Chronic 2Startin today, and tomorrows the newAnd I'm still
loco enough to choke you to death wit a CharlestonChewChica Chica ChicaSlim shady hotter then a set of twin
babiesIn a Mercedes Benz wit the windows upWhen the
temp goes up to the mid 80'sCallin' men
ladiesSorry Doc but I been crazyThere's no way
that you can save meIt's ok go with him Hailey (Da
Da?)[chorus] x2[Dr Dre]If it was
up to meYou muthafuckas stop comin up to meWit your
hands out lookin up to meLike you want somethin freeWhen my last CD was out you wasn't bumpin' meBut now that I got this little companyEverybody wanna
come to me like it was some diseaseBut you won't get
a crumb from meCause I'm from the streets of
ComptonI told 'em allAll them little
gangstasWho you think helped mold 'em allNow
you wanna run around and talk about gunsLike I ain't
got noneWhat you think I sold 'em allCause I
stay well offNow all I get is hate mail all day
sayin' Dre fell offWhat cause I been in the lab wit a
pen and a padTryna get this damn label offI
ain't havin thatThis is the millenium of AftermathAin't gonna be nothin after thatSo give me one more
platinum plaque and fuck rapYou can have it backSo
where's all the mad rappers atIt's like a jungle
in this habitatBut all you savage catsKnow that I
was strapped wit gatsWhen you were cuddlin' a cabbage
patch[Chorus] x3

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