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