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 Artist:  dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still the same  but I been low key
 Hated on  most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys,  boats no snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause  can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a studio and it’s all  of tracks
  add to the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office in back of  house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my  freeze? hoe please
 You better bow  on both knees
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
 Who you think brought  the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice cube’s,  d.o.c’s
 The snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the group  said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full of  beats
 To bump when you stroll through  your hood
 And when your album sales  doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said  I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are  reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if  don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around  me
 And turn me back to the old 
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin  say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just a bunch of 
 And motherfuckers act like  forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody  hate (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to bring trouble  way?
 Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? 
 Then  study a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit  walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward  (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off  the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck  it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than  tryin to park a dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right  to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin  walk it off
  you too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you  them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the  came through
 Me and dre stood next to  burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand  of matches
 And still weren’t found out  here)
 From here on  it’s the chronic 2
 Startin today  tomorrow’s the new
 And  still loco enough
 To choke you to death wit a  chew
 {*eminem’s vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter  a set of twin babies
 In  mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the  goes up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies; sorry  but I been crazy
 There’s no  that you can save me
  okay, go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would  comin up to me
 Wit your hands out  up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd was  you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got this  company
 Everybody wanna come to me like it was some 
 But you won’t get a crumb  me
 Cause I’m from the streets of  compton)
 I told em  - all them little gangstas
 Who you think  mold ’em all?
  you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think I  ’em all?
 Cause I stay  off
 Now  I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been  the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this damn label 
 I ain’t havin  this is the millenium of aftermath
  ain’t gon’ be nothin after that
 So give  one more platinum plaque
 And  rap! you can have it back
  where’s all the madd rappers at?
 It’s  a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit 
 When you were cuddlin a cabbage 
 
 Chorus
 
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