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 Artist: dr.  f/ eminem[dr. dre]
  know me, still the same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and  g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats  snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit 
 Got a crib wit a studio and it’s  full of tracks
  add to the wall full of plaques
  up in the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma  my dough freeze? hoe please
  better bow down on both knees
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
 Who  think brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s,  cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the group  said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you  tape full of dope beats
 To bump  you stroll through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin too 
  the doctor they told you to go see?
  better listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said  I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that dre  been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like  blow me!
  are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn me  to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem  2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got  to say
 But nothin comes out when they  their lips;
  a bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act  they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody you  (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to  trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things  a bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a  of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit  walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an  eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his  kani
 I don’t give a  if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to  a dodge
 When  drunk as fuck
 Right next to  humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two  legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too  call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin 
 And when the  came through
 Me and  stood next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand  of matches
 And still weren’t  out (right here)
 From here on out it’s  chronic 2
 Startin today and tomorrow’s  new
 And I’m still  enough
 To choke you to  wit a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then  set of twin babies
  a mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men  sorry doc but I been crazy
 There’s no way that you can save 
 It’s  go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
  it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like  want somethin free
 When my last cd  out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I  this little company
  wanna come to me like it was some disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause I’m from  streets of (compton, compton)
 I  em all - all them little gangstas
 Who  think helped mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got 
 What you  I sold ’em all?
 Cause I stay well 
 Now all I get  hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What  I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this  label off?
 I ain’t havin that; this is the  of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be  after that
 So give me one more platinum 
 And fuck rap! you can have it 
 So where’s all the madd  at?
 It’s like  jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that  was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin  cabbage patch
 
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 Chorus 1/2 (after music