Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key
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Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's
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No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's
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Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
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Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
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to add to the wall full of plaques
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Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
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Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please
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You better bow down on both knees
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Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
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Who you think brought you the oldies?
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Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's
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The Snoop D-O-double-G's
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and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police"
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Gave you a tape full of dope beats
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to bump when you stroll through in your hood
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And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
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who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
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Y'all better listen up closely
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All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
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Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
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so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
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Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
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and turn me back to the old me
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Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
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Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
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but nothin comes out when they move their lips;
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just a bunch of gibberish
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And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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[Eminem]
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So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
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Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
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Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
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Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
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One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
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give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
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And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
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I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
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I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
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when I'm drunk as fuck
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Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
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Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
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"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
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I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
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And when the cops came through
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me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
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Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
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And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
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From here on out it's the Chronic 2
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Startin today and tomorrow's the new
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And I'm still loco enough
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To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
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{*Eminem's vocal turntable*}
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Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies
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in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
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when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
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Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy
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There's no way that you can save me
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It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
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Chorus
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[Dr. Dre]
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If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me
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wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
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When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
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But now that I got this little company
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Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
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But you won't get a crumb from me
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Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
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I told em all - all them little gangstas
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Who you think helped mold 'em all?
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Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
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What you think I sold 'em all?
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Cause I stay well off
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Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
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What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
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tryin to get this damn label off?
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I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
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It ain't gon' be nothin after that
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So give me one more platinum plaque
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and fuck rap! You can have it back
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So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
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It's like a jungle in this habitat
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But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
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when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
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Forgot About Dre
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Dr. Dre |