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