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 Artist: dr. dre f/  dre]
 Y’all know me, still the same o.g., but I been low 
 Hated on by most these  wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
  wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski’s
  at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a  and it’s all full of tracks
  add to the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up  the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma  my dough freeze? hoe please
 You better bow down  both knees
 Who  think taught you 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 that said mother-fuck tha 
 Gave you a  full of dope beats
  bump when you stroll through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t  too good
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
 Y’all better listen  closely
 All you  that said that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no 
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if  don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all  gonna keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn me back to the  me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody  talk like they got somethin to say
 But  comes out when they move their lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like they forgot about 
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you  to somebody you hate (what? )
  anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve  in a bloodier way? (yup)
  just study a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a 
 Give me an awkward  (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl 
 I don’t give a fuck if  dark or not
 I’m  than me tryin to park a dodge
 When I’m  as fuck
 Right  to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin  wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch, call the 
 I’ma kill you and  loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the cops came 
 Me and dre  next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a  full of matches
 And still weren’t found out  here)
 From here  out it’s the chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m still loco 
  choke you to death wit a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then  set of twin babies
 In a mercedes  wit the windows up
 When the temp goes up to  mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies; sorry doc but I been 
  no 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 your hands out lookin  to me, like you want somethin free
  my last cd was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
  now that I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like  was some disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause I’m  the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em  - all them little gangstas
 Who you think helped mold ’em 
 Now you wanna run  talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think I sold  all?
 Cause I  well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all  sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the lab wit a pen  a pad
 Tryin to get  damn label off?
 I ain’t havin that;  is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin  that
 So give me one  platinum plaque
 And  rap! you can have it back
 So where’s all  madd rappers at?
 It’s  a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know  I was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin  cabbage patch
 
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 Chorus 1/2 (after music