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