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3. SMACK THAT EMINEM (feat.

. Eminem) [Akon:] Shady Convict Upfront Akon Slim Shady I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey! I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow Why don't you pop in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo And possibly bend you over look back and watch me [Chorus (2X):] Smack that all on the floor Smack that give me some more Smack that 'till you get sore Smack that oh-oh! Upfront style ready to attack now Pull in the parking lot slow with the lac down Convicts got the whole thing packed now Step in the club now and wardrobe intact now! I feel it down and cracked now (ooh) I see it dull and backed now I'm gonna call her, than I pull the mack down Money no problem, pocket full of that now! I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow Why don't you pop in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo And possibly bend you over look back and watch me [Chorus (2x)] [Eminem:] Ooh...Looks like another club banger They better hang on when they throw this

thing on Get a little drink on They gonna flip for this Akon shit You can bank on it! Pedicure, manicure kitty-cat claws The way she climbs up and down them poles Looking like one of them putty-cat dolls Trying to hold my woodie back through my draws Steps upstage didn't think I saw Creeps up behind me and she's like "You're!" I'm like ya I know lets cut to the chase No time to waste back to my place Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away Or more like a palace, shall I say Plus I got pal if your gal is game In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing "Akon!" [Akon:] I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow Why don't you pop in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo And possibly bend you over look back and watch me [Chorus] Eminem is rollin', d and em rollin' bo And all marvelous them rolling Women just holding big booty rolling' Soon I'll be on Eminem throwing "D!" Hitting no less than "Three!" Block wheel style like "Whee!" Girl I can tell you want me 'cause lately I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow Why don't you pop in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo And possibly bend you over look back and watch me [Chorus]

"'97 Bonnie and Clyde"


Just the two of us.. [8X] [Eminem] Baby your da-da loves you (hey) And I'ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens You're all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you C'mon Hai-Hai, we goin to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat Oh where's mama? She's takin a little nap in the trunk Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women that do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, she'll throw a fit Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!) And don't look so upset, why you actin bashful? Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!) And mama said she wants to show how far she can float And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat It's just a little scratch - it don't hurt, her was eatin dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt Mama's messy isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water and me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we? Just the two of us.. [2X] And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! Just the two of us.. [2X]

And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! See honey.. there's a place called heaven and a place called hell A place called prison and a place called jail And da-da's probably on his way to all of em except one Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson And you don't want a brother do ya? (Nah) Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better I'll explain it to ya But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (WAHH!) I told you it's okay HaiHai, wanna ba-ba? Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo gaga? Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee Clean the baby up so her can take a nightynighty Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water Ninety-seven Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter Just the two of us.. [2X] And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! Just the two of us.. [2X] And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! Wake up sweepy head we're here, before we pway we're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)

That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake (7)Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!) We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock Ready now, here we go, on the count of free.. One.. two.. free.. WHEEEEEE! (whoooooshhhhh) There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order No more step-da-da, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!) Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk Just the two of us.. [2X] And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! Just the two of us.. [2X] And when we ride! Just the two of us.. [2X] Just you and I! Just the two of us.. [4X] [Eminem] Just me and you baby is all we need in this world Just me and you Your da-da will always be there for you Your da-da's always gonna love you Remember that If you ever need me I will always be here for you If you ever need anything, just ASK Da-da will be right there Your da-da loves you I love you baby

"The Way I Am" [Eminem] Whatever.. Dre, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension dispensin these sentences Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest And I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter To not come and speak to me (speak to me).. I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty).. No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of arguin' (of arguin').. I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me [Chorus: Eminem]

6. THE WAY I AM. - EMINEM

And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am [Eminem] Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (finger at me).. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up (14)When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty Havin this happenin (this happenin).. Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire To burn and it's burnin and I have returned [Chorus] [Eminem] I'm so sick and tired of bein admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.." And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation To cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations

And I just do not got the patience (got the patience).. (34)To deal with these cocky caucasians who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin The same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who what when, the where, and the how 'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom Without someone standin by it No I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole I'm glad [Chorus (except change first word "And" to "Cause")]

7. WITHOUT ME. - EMINEM "Without Me" [Intro (Obie Trice)] "Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks" [Refrain 1] 2 trailer park girls go round the outside round the outside, round the outside [Repeat Refrain 1] [Refrain 2] Guess whos back, back again Shadys back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back... [Verse 1] I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver

well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE_! [Chorus X2] Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me [Verse 2] Little hellions kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling like prisoners, helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel and bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back [batman sound] fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting

Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? [Chorus X2] [Verse 3] A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me [Chorus X2] (Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) [X2] "Kids"

8. NO APOLOGIES - EMINEM "No Apologies" [Verse 1] In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up Arsenic writer, author with arthritis

Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed, Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit So stop dwelling an I am not felling You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly This is Destiny, yes money I'm of running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening [Chorus] No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'till I get a call that god's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies [Verse 2]

if that's the case then.. [Chorus] [Verse 3] This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC It's what it do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered, He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning So I'm warning you, don't coax me It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded All they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' An they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an you too, you can [Outro x2]

My head hit's the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin' (49)Fuck yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination, 'till I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation 44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and

Expect no sympathy from me I'm an mc This is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat So expect no apologies 9. UNDER THE INFLUENCE - EMINEM Under The Influence" (feat. D-12) [Eminem] Translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck,

my dick - ha ha! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin [Swifty] Bitch it's too late [Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains [Swifty] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator (28)They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face [*BLAM*] With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the president get a facelift Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight [Chorus: Eminem]

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. [needle pops] Lettin the record skip.. [needle pops] Lettin the record skip.. [needle pops] (Damn!) [DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat] (44)I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion [dog whines] Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom [Proof] Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin [*gun cocks*] nigga pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAPped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP

I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked and found chopped up in a trash bag [Kuniva] We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.." I leave ya face leakin, run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin Take a swing at the deacon [Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a

bomb (Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's 'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough [Chorus] [Eminem] Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands Bizarre kid Swifty McVeigh The Kon Artis The Kuniva Dirty Harry Haha, and Slim Shady.. 10. SUCK MY DICK Eminem] *talking gibberish* "translation" so you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote so suck my dick. Two pills i pop till' my pupils swell up like two pennies i'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties a young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass so the rats can't chew trough the last pants I'm like a mummy at night,fightin' with bright lightnin' frightened with 5 little white Vicadin Pills bitin' him

i'm like a fuckin' was in the hospital lost stingin' the fuck outta everything i came across in the halls i light a candle and place it up on a mantle grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle so when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' [Swifty]it's just to late [Eminem]Cause once you're hung from the drapes,it's curtains [Swifty McBay] I'm an instigator, 380 slug pentrator degrading, creating murders to kill haters accused for every crime known thru the equator they knew i did it, for having blood on my gators my weed 'll hit you're chest like a double barrel gauge i'm like a black grenade,that 'll blow up in you're face with a fifth of me, when i guzzle Remi, i do shit on purpose you never hear me say "forgive me" i'm snatching every penny i gotta be that way nigga, face it that weed i sold to you brigade laced it you high and i make the president get a facelift niggas just afraid, handing me their bracelets chilling in the lab,wasted i'm the type that 'll drink Kahlua and Ginthrow up on the mic your life is ruined, you get socked right on site and even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight [Eminem] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick. Cause i don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive lier, setting my preacher on

fire slash you're tires,flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers plates expired, soon as i'm hired, i'm fired jackin' my dick off in the bed of barb wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch can't you read the flyer? special invited guest would be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, i'm retired fuckin' you're bitch in the ass with a tire iron i'm ripped, i'm on an acid trip My Dj's in a coma for lettin' the record skip lettin' the record skip lettin' the record skip (Damn!) *Dj's schratching* i'm fuckin' everything when i'm snortin' it's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion some bitch asked for my autograph i called her a hore, spit beer in her face and laughed i drop bombs like i was in Vietnam all bitches ares hoes,even my stinkin' mom [Kuniva] Ay-yo flashback,2 seats,2 deep up in that ass crack weed laced with somethin' , nigga pass that in Amsterdam we only hang out with that hasj rats at a 'Stop The Violence' rally i blast gats be you're momma publishin', get you're ass capped The Kuniva, divide up you're cash stack raid you're motherfuckin' pockets,ASAP i don't need a platinum chain bitch, i snatched Shaq's born loser, half thief and half black bring you're boys and you're guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rapper and their Jag's jacked and find chupped up in a trash bag [Dirty Harry] Strangling rappers to the point they can't yell cause their crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Wreckless, come from behind and snatch

you're necklace gruesome, and causin' more violence than 9 hoodlums i grapple you're adam's apple until it crackle run right past you,turn around, grab you and stab you get executed, cause i'm a loony i got a yuck mouth and it's polluted i cock it back and shoot it i love snatching up players, thugs and young ballas shoot up the household, even the young toddlers brigades barricade to bring the noise while the bullets break up you're bones like Christmas Toys if a go solo, i'm doing a song with polo a big chinese nigga, screaming yo,yo!!! i leave ya face leakin' run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin' take a swing at the deacon [The Kon Artis] I used to tell cats i sold weed and weights i was straight until i got caught sellin' them shaped i'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch you're rent i got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order i've bin a con artist since i was swimmin' in water in Cahoots with this nigga called Fall Out Von who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (special delivery) i signed to a local label for fun say i got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run ride by you in the rain while you carry you're son call you house and hang up on you for not givin' me none born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun got a reputation for havin' niggas run up they funds used to be the type of nigga that was full of someone's 'Til i met you're fat mama, now i'm rollin in

dough [Eminem] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick. Cause i don't giva a fuck if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick. [Eminem] Suck my motherfuckin' dick D-12 Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands Bizarre Kid Swifty McBay The Kon Artis The Kuniva Dirty Harry Haha, and Slim Shady 11. LOVE ME [Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writing more I don't hear to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this I ain't gonna let you derail me, man I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie 'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking

mouth, and show me love, bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night (Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money we don't love no bitches, though) I just wanna love, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night [Eminem] There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice 'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me My poetry's deep, and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for you to play me It's cockamamey you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coocoo I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no more humor in it, you know I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones

and the chain If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell (56)My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea) [Chorus] [50 Cent] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha I just wanna love you, yea 12. SAY WHAT YOU SAY (feat. Dr. Dre & Timberland) [Dr. Dre] Huh, so I'm out the game huh? [Eminem] Yo Dre, we riding? [Dr. Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I'm with you homie [Dr. Dre]

OK, Let's handle this small shit [Eminem] I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up shit Kick up dust, cuss 'til I slur up spit Grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit Corrupt and I'm pour it on like syrup, bitch Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth Dre tole me to milk this shit for what it's worth Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth And if I fumble the verse, keep going First take, I make mistakes, just keep it No punches, pull no punches, that's weak shit Fake shit if I ever take shit, I eat shit Wasn't for him? I wouldn't be shit [Dr. Dre] Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane Been here longer than anyone in the game And I ain't got to lie about my age [Eminem] But what about Jermaine? [Dr. Dre] Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speaking mine or Timbaland's name And don't think I don't read your little interviews and see what your saying I'ma giant, and I ain't gotta move till I'm provoked When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a bunch of little Mini-You's Running around your backyard swimming pools Over 80 million records sold And I ain't had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds [Chorus:] Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it

So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? [Eminem] Second verse, it gets worse It gets no better than this Amateurs drink veteran piss From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up Or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri Will rub it in, every club your in, we'll have you Blackballed and make sure you never rap a fucking again Dre ain't having it as long as I'm here, play Devil's Advocate [Dr. Dre] If there was some magic shit I could wave Over the industry that could save it when I'm gone And bury to make sure the tradition carries on I would [Eminem] If I could only use this power for good I wouldn't, not even if I could [Dr. Dre] From the hood and I'm a hornet And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered [Eminem] And I'ma only sucker punch or swing without warning And swing to knock somebody's fucking head off Cause I know, when they get up, I won't get a chance to let off Another punch, I'm punkrock, no one's punk Don't give a fuck, white Pac, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be Atilla Go nuts and be a killer

pad [Dr. Dre] And I'm something of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again There's no obstacle that I can't conquer So come along with us (Come On) [Chorus:] Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Now anybody who knows Dre Knows I'm about fast cars and alize, partying all day But I handle my business cause it's work before play Don't look for trouble but I serve you gourmet However you want it, you could have it your way You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day Bullet with your name, sending it your way That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway Cause this is my space, you invade it Live to regret it and you die trying to violate it Fuck around and you'll get annihilated Eyes dilated [Eminem] Ha, like my old lady Cause what you say is what you say Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything Catch a contact, then I'm gone and I'm back I speed write and my loose leaves my launch [Dr. Dre] And I can pull any string Don't have to prove anything Catch a contract on your head You headed West, talk shit about Dre? You better get a vest, then invest in something To protect your head and neck [Eminem] And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth I joke when I say I'm the best in the booth But a lot of truth is said ingest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source Ain't holdin' my fucking breath But I suffocate for the respect Fore I breathe to collect the fucking check [Chorus:] Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Watch your fuckin' mouth [Timbaland] Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck [chicka] my dick 13. NAIL IN THE COFFIN [Eminem] This motherfucker man, just won't shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Man lets put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus] I dont want to be like this I dont really want to hurt no feelins But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap Old men have heart attacks and I dont want to be responsible for that so Put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity [verse 1] I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino an 83 year old fake Pachino So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me Please dont, youl probably fall with me and our asses will both be history But then again youl'll finally get your wish cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious Its not that we dont like you, we hate you period Talk about a mid-life crisis damn last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that? Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass and askin me what I know about inditementsbite me bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me! What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man ready to take whatever sentence he hands What you know about your wife slicin her wrists right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?

And I put that on her, when this is all over I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots? When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos Just makin copys of your covers of cassette singles and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your life? Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her! She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack you'd make alot more money than you do from rap You never had no security, you'll never be famous You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it? Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you Here then let me slow it down for you so you can understand if I say it slower: Let it go dawg it's over

[Chorus] [Eminem talkin] Haha Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your crib bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin Bum Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up and fuck your little magazine too I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs? When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner 14. CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET Cleanin Out My Closet" Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones - there you go Yeah... yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off

and keep goin Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma? I'm a make you look so ridiculous now I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one knows it So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it I'm a expose it; I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun Cause I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin But put yourself in my position; just try to envision Witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma? But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral! See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!

I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleanin out my closet 15. SING FOR THE MOMENT [Verse 1] These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go... [Chorus] {C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years {Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the

tears, {c'mon) Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum (40)Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl

I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [CHORUS] [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone

Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... [CHORUS X2]

17. "Cum On Everybody" [Girl] Hmm-hmm-hmhmhmmhm.. ahhh, whooooo!! Shit [Em] Yo, mic check Testing one, two, um... twelve (whattup whattup whattup.. Outsidaz) [Em] This is my dance song (Outsidaz) Can you hear me? (Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee) [Em] Aight, ay turn my headphones up (bust it bust it) [Eminem] My favoite color is red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shishkabob Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (I can't stand white people!) You thought I was livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show (Yo can you sign this right here?) I just remembered that I'm absent minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it I'm freestylin every verse that I spit cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (umm, one two) I told the doc I need a change in sickness and gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my LP on your Christmas gift list You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this Cum on everybody -- get down tonight [8X]

[Eminem] Yo.. yo yo yo yo I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck and I was wavin it at everybody screamin, "I suck" (I SUCK!!!) I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd and yell out loud, "All y'all get the hell out now" Fuck rap, I'm givin it up y'all, I'm sorry (But Eminem this is your record release party!) I'm bored out of my gourd -- so I took a hammer and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all) One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage (ohhhhhhh) And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit Cum on everybody -- get down tonight [8X] [Eminem] Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy {*wolf whistle*} So I told em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee I don't know, he might be!" I told em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin by the Loch Ness Monster (okay) peace out (bye!!)" Then I jetted to the weed house Smoked out til I started bustin freestyles Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick (*slurping*} Made a couple of crank calls collect

[*brrrrrrring, click*] "Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I wanna make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset Cum on everybody -- get down tonight [20X]

18. "My Dad's Gone Crazy" [Intro:] [Tuning TV] [Eminem Snortin Crack] [TV Presenter:] Hello boys and girls Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships Do you have a daddy? I'll bet you do [Door opens] who's your daddy? [Hailie:] Daddy, what're you doing? [Beat starts] [Eminem:] Haha [Eminem & Hailie:] Ok then! everybody, listen up! [Eminem:] I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me? [Hailie:] Somebody, please help him! [giggle] i think my dad gone crazy! [Verse #1:] There's no mountain i can't climb There's no tower too high, No plane that i can't learn how to fly What do i gotta do to get through to you, to

show you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to [Hailie Makes Chainsaw Sound] Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autographed, Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off [Dr Dre:] Suck it marshall [Eminem:] So tell Laura and her husband to back off Before i push this motherfucking button and blast off And launch one of these russians, and that's all [Hailie Makes Explosion Sound] Blow every fucking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off? [Knocking] Hailie, tell 'em baby [Hailie:] My dad's lost it [Chorus:] [Eminem:] There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it [Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy! [Eminem:] A little help from Hailie Jade won't you tell em' baby [Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy! [Eminem:] Theres nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me [Hailie:]

I think my dad gone crazy! [Eminem:] There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie [Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy! [Verse 2:] It's like my mother always told me [Eminem Impersinates His Mom] Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana, and codeine (16)and goddamit, you little motherfucker If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin' uh.. Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second (20)I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo Can't you see why i'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my m.o. I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more Am i the only fuckin one who's normal any more? [Hailie:] Dad [Chorus] [Verse #3:] My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme See what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,

Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek I'd yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like R Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave, Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids love it Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither [Chorus] [Outro:] [Eminem:] Crazy [Hailie:] ha ha You're funny daddy! 19. PATIENTLY WAITING Patiently Waiting Lyrics [50 Cent] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? I owe you for this one [Chorus] Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on It feels like my flowz been hot for

so long If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined shit I aint even gotta try to shine God's a seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook 50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source'l quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitta? I caught cases I copped, out does that make me a quitta? In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus X2] [Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)] If ya Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm. when you lay on the table they operatin to save you itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above

[Eminem - Verse 2 (heart monitor stopz)] They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit basically they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit.. spray'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children (50 Cent: woo)- nuclear shower theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty [Chorus X1] Its the gun squad ya'll when the

shots go off Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name [50 Cent - Verse 3] You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake Ill split you leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper Your bitch, a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fuck her feed her fast food, you keepin her icy Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez" I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez muthafuckas [Chorus X2] (50 Cent) Its fifty (X3)

"Cold Wind Blows" [Intro] Cause some things just don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name So on the biggest days they came to see you spit your game Ooooohhhhhhh It shouldn't be difficult to explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god damn... is it that time again already Haha, you don't look too happy to see me Fuck man, don't everybody welcome me back at once All right, fuck ya'll then [Verse 1] You can get the dick, just call me the ballsac, I'm nuts (73)Michael Vick in this bitch, fall back you mutts (70)Fuck your worms, you never seen such a sick puppy Fuck it a sick duck, I want my duck sick mummy And my nuts, lick, gobble 'em up trick, yummy Bitch you don't fucking think I know that you suck dick dummy? You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey Yeah I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny! Shawty dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah struck a nerve sucker Motherfucker might aswell let my lips pucker Like Elton John, cause I'm just a mean cock sucker This shit is on, cause you went and pissed me off Now I'm sitting and pissing on everybody Give a fuck if it's right or wrong So buck the buddah, light a bong But take a look at mariah the next time I

21. Cold Wind Blows - Eminem

inspire you to write a song, cmon [Chorus] Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-bloblo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh [Verse 2] Fuck it I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the booth Ya'll are sitting ducks, I'm the only goose standing I set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around motherfucker I'll show you pussy footin, I'll kick a bitch in the cunt Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy (47)Soft punk looking for some nookie or bosom Go ahead, fucking hater push me I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck up sissy, G's up All you gardeners freeze up, put your hoes down (shady ease up!) Man chill, nah I can't god damnit Rap is a landfill, drop the anvil These are shoes that you can't fill Shit the day that happens the world'll stop spinning And Michael J. Fox'll come to a stand still During an earthquake, urine in your face Cause you're fake, ahh what the fuck, that hurt wait! Ahh what the fuck, I just got struck by lightening Alright then I quit, god I give up Call it evil that men do, lord forgive me for what my pen do This is for your sins, I cleanse you You can repent but I warn you, if you continue To hell I'll send you, and just then the wind

blew and I said Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-bloblo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh [Verse 3] How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say So long, til then I drop the fucking bombs Like I miss the pass when I went long If you don't like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song Oh bitches don't like that, homie I'll be nicer to women When the aqua man drowns and the human torch starts swimming Man I'm a cold soul, I roll solo so So don't compare me to them other bums over there It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums yeah I'm bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with auto-tune That last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme And say I was writing this and I thought of you so Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows blo-bloblo-blo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh

[Outro] Oh oh oh oh oh oh I don't know, I don't know what caused, I don't know what caused me to be this way I don't know, I don't know but I probably be this way 'til my dying day I don't know why I'm so, I'm so cold beat bangs, I don't need to say I guess this is how you made me

Why you think the only thing I got on is my pyjamas? [Chorus x2] So bad So good that I'm so bad Guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuevo, first I kiss your navel Work my way down, baby you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find something more stable I told you I ain't fooling from the gate, this ain't the first day of April! But thank you for staying April, I'ma make you learn To appreciate me, differentiate me From these phoney, little fishy and sissy fake G's (18)Skip over the huggy-bear and all the kissyface, please Initiate phase three! Missy now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby! Ooh you're doing that even better than your mom lady! I told you I'm Shady, you didn't listen now, did you? Relax woman, you know that I'm only kidding with you Got a twisted sense of humour, it's warped, but I didn't hit you I think you're finally starting to get the picture, I'm.. [Chorus x2] [Bridge] Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so! Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so! I can hold you in the morning But in the evening I gotta go.. 'cause I'm on to the next girl,

23. So Bad - Eminem "So Bad" Yeah.. Haha..you feel that baby? Yeah, I feel it too. Damn. You know..I'm so glad we could spend this time together See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am i? Heh.. I'm the American dream! I'm the definition of white trash balling, I'm right back on 'em, with the [scratches] I can't call it Same shit, different toilet, oh you got a nice ass darlin'! Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we ain't fuckin', you take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady's origin You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone just like him, word to Johnny Drama Keep my entourage with me, baby I'll make a promise There ain't nobody as bomb as me I'm as calm as The breeze, I'm the bees knees, his legs and his arms I'm a S-superstar, girl, I'm ready for you mama!

And the next girl I kinda like, oh, oh, oh..! I got you caught up in the rapture Make you recapture the feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped you You never wanted someone so bad you're sweating But if I'm what you wanted, why'd you panic when I grabbed you? Girl don't be so frantic I'm just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of something that's organic You can't ignore it, so don't just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin' Damn shorty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on a napkin I was bound to work a number on your back and Throw your spine out of alignment My love has got you so blinded you couldn't pick any one else out of a lineup so stop at a store, pick a pint up Let's get the pineapple schnapps going, no one'll knock cause I'ma hang a sign up Saying "Don't Disturb", shorty I'm so superb I say the right things, don't I spit the dopest words? [Chorus x2] [Bridge] [Chorus x2] [Over the chorus] Haha.. Dr. Dre 2010! Light years ahead of you..haha.. Whoo!

Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm.. (kill kill kill) [Chorus: Eminem] Mentally ill from Amityville (HE'LL) Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he won't? God-damnit he will (HE'SSSS) Mentally ill from Amityville [(HE'SSSS) - on repeats only] [Eminem] I get lifted and spin til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick (SMACK) Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit Shrink pencil me in for my last visit Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers (whoosh) Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches (smack) Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years Mash with me you'll get in imagine this [Chorus 2X] [Bizarre] I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat (AH!) Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope? My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity (Mmm mm mmm!) And bitches know me as a horny ass freak (71)Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep Pissy-drunk, throwing up in the urinal (YOU FUCKING HOMO!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral [Chorus 2X] [Eminem] That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fucking idiots still (still)

24. Amityville - Eminem "Amityville" (feat. Bizarre (D-12)) (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum

That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed) That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville) You can get capped after just having a cavity filled (filled) Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still) This ain't Detroit, this is motherfucking Hamburger Hill! (Hill!) We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot and when the police come we fucking shoot it out with them too! That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here) Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?) While I'm holding a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??) Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?) Cause once i snap i cant be held accountable for my actions and that's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house and collapse the foundation around and they found you and your family in it (AH!) GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU [Chorus 2X] Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum..

I never knew I.. Mic check one-two I never knew I.. Who woulda knew? I never knew I.. Who'da known? I never knew I.. Fuck would've thought I never knew I.. Motherfucker comes out I never knew I.. and sells a couple of million records I never knew I.. And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling I never knew I.. [Eminem] I don't do black music, I don't do white music I make fight music, for high school kids I put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*} I put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!) Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out Ducked the fuck way down, waitin to straight jump out put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now? Oh - you want me to watch my mouth, how? Take my fuckin eyeballs out, and turn em around? Look - I'll burn your fuckin house down, circle around and hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burning furniture out (Oh my God! Oh my God!) I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked? [*ewwww*] Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear makeup Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor Quit tryin to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement (The kids!) But don't blame me when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace You shoulda been watchin him - apparently

25. Who Knew - Eminem "Who Knew" I never knew I..

you ain't parents [Chorus] [Chorus: Eminem] Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch [Eminem] So who's bringin the guns in this country? (Hmm?) I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London And last week, I seen a Schwarzaneggar movie where he's shootin all sorts of these motherfuckers with a uzi I sees three little kids, up in the front row, screamin "Go," with their 17-year-old Uncle I'm like, "Guidance - ain't they got the same moms and dads who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?" And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear What about the make-up you allow your 12year-old daughter to wear? (Hmm?) So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words when his bus driver's screamin at him, fuckin him up worse ("Go sit the fuck down, you little fuckin prick!") And fuck was the first word I ever learned up in the third grade, flippin the gym teacher the bird (Look!) So read up, about how I used to get beat up peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months My life's like kinda what my wife's like (what?) Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass every night, Ike So how much easier would life be if 19 million motherfuckers grew to be just like me? [Eminem] I never knew I.. knew I'd.. have a new house or a new car A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I? Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (what?) Skibbedy-be-bop, a-Christopher Reeves Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin some trees (HEY!) How many retards'll listen to me and run up in the school shootin when they're pissed at a teach-er, her, him, is it you is it them? "Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!" Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen? Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought that woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop I just said it - I ain't know if you'd do it or not [Chorus] [Eminem] How the fuck was I supposed to know?

26. Ass Like That - Eminem "Ass Like That" [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can't believe it (63)I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing I don't believe it, it's almost too good to be true

I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing The way she moves she's like a belly dancer She's shaking that ass to that new nelly jam, I Think someones at the door But I don't think I'm gonna answer Police saying "freeze" Doing, doing, doing What do you mean freeze? Please, I'm a human being, I have needs I'm not done, not till I'm finish peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer I'm already on my knees I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee, pee, pee Yes, I make r&b, I sing song it go Ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chongching Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd If I offend I'm sorry, please, please forgive For I am Triumph, the puppet dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away with anything I sing, you will love it [Chorus] Jessica Simpson, looks oh so temptin' Nick I ain't never seen an ass like that Everytime I see that show on MTV my pee pee goes Doing, doing, doing Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome Now they're getting older, they're starting to grow bum bums I go to the movies and sit down with my pop corn Police saying "freeze" Doing doing doing What do you mean freeze? Geez, I just got my seat I have ticket, look, I put away my zipper zipped

Please do not remove me from this movie theater please I did not even get to see Mary-Kate shower scene I didn't mean to be obscene or make a great big scene And don't treat me like I'm pee wee herman, this movies PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simply plead innocent, cop a plea and be free Free, yes, free, right back on the streets What you mean my lawyer's with Michael, he's too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and you'll laugh cuz that is a puppet on my hand [Chorus] Hilary Duff is not quite old enough so I ain't never seen a butt like that Maybe next year I'll say ass and she'll make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing The way she moves she dances like a go-go In that video she sings get out your bozo I need a new boyfriend, hi my name is JoJo Police saying "freeze" Doing, doing, doing What do you mean freeze? My computers would be seized and my keys to my ranch I just baked cookies Mr. Officer, looky, take a whiff of these Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don't even know if I can say the word pee pee, pee On the radio, but I think I did Janet, is that a breast, I think I just saw a tit Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd (2)I don't think my joke is working, I must flee quick Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Arnold, get down [Chorus]

So Gwen Stefani, will you pee pee on me please? I ain't never seen an ass like that Cuz the way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing What the fuck is wrong with you? (ha!)

all Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog [Hook:] You on fire Thats how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold Your on fire Man I'm so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire.. your on fire [Verse 2:] I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook That the crook just took over so book Run as fast as you can, stop writin and kill it Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan Mr mathers is the man Yeah I'm pissed but I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can Come back and whip your ass with it again Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanine Yeah ask the nine man Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it I aint playin Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin Vietnam vet.. I'm out my fuckin mind man Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand So if I seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen a brute

27. "On Fire" Yeah.. Ya Know?.. Critics Man Critics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say man You know the one thing I notice about critics man? Is.. critics never ask me how my day went Well imma tell em [Verse 1:] Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow You wanna criticize dog try a little mo (27)I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro (22)Better hold on a little tighter here I go Flows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow So ya better get lower than Flo-Rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole Why am I like this? why is winter cold Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes Listen dog Christmas is off this is as soft as it gets This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault Those are your wounds this is the salt So get lost Shit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz Wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws and Cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us

You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care Then why the fuck am I yellin at air I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare Im wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair [Hook:] You're on fire Thats how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold Your on fire Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire.. your on fire Your on fire

play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this") [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) [sound of static]

28. Guilty Conscience - Eminem "Guilty Conscience" (feat. Dr. Dre) [sound of static] [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes") But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into

("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute") ("Mmm, I don't know!") ("Look baby..") ("Damn!") ("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..") [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!") [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (25)(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail.. [sound of static] [pickup idling, radio playing] [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ("WHAT THE FUCK?!?!") ("Grady!!")

[Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? [gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired]

29. Same Song & Dance - Eminem Yo... Same song and dance Damn girl, everywhere I go Same song and dance I like the way you move! All over the globe Same song and dance Something about it man Same song and dance In the Pale Moonlight Yo... I'm lookin' at ya, yeah girl Your kind of tookin' back by The whole rapper thing aren't ya? Probably thinkin' you'll get slapped so dang hard ya Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya? Couple rape charges, people think you're a monster The police constantly buggin' ya non-stop I walk up on ya, well hello Tonya I think ya got your OnStar button inside your car stuck. You outta gas, do you gotta flat? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don't you put your laundry basket in the back And sit up front, not askin' it's a trap You just got jacked and body snatched and it's a rap In broad day, with no mask for this attack I heard 'em say, exact opposites attract If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get ya back C'mon Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain't ever gonna break that glass The windshields too strong for you I said yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me? Same song and dance... The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked on

In and out of rehab, every 4 to 6 months She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts And Nickelodeon flashed her little kids once What an event it was, I was sitting in front I was hooked in it the first glimpse of them buns Seen her back stage now here's where I come in son Look here she comes I better pull out the big guns Hello Lindsay, you're looking a little thin hun How bout a ride to rehab, get in cunt Starting off on the wrong foot is what I didn't want Girl I'm just kidding let me start over again hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension You little Wench ya, murder wasn't my intention If I wanted to kill you it would of already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With sixty-six inches of extension... cord. Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain't ever gonna break that glass The windshields too strong for you I said yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me? Same song and dance... My second victim was even bigger then the first Pop star, icon, the whole works She played a little schoolgirl when she first burst Upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me and made me mad at first I lashed out through my songs but what was really

going on Was that I had developed a crush I just didn't know how to tell it to her... Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her? Send her pictures of my collections of skeletons of, footage of me impaling myself on an elephant tusk? We'll settle this once and for all, I'mma tell her at dusk Tonight, tonight is the night and tell her I must Creep up, to her mansion in stilettos and just climb the gate and ring the bell like hello my love, I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up! Now would you like to share a pill or two with me? I'll share my valium with you cause I'm feelin you Britney! I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent I've been feeling you ooh ooh girl you sexy little gal you Hold that pill any longer it'll get sentimental value Come-on toots, give me the valium alleyoop... I'll slam dunk it in your mouth til you puke And just as soon you pass out in your alphabet soup I'm 'bout to, make a new outfit out of you New outfit? Shit I'll make a suit out of you Shoot! Now show me how you move baby do how well ya do Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain't ever gonna break that glass The windshields too strong for you I said yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me? Same song and dance... Same kickin' and screamin' same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance...

Same diggin' and pleadin' same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and dance Yeah Same song and dance know Same song and dance

30. Never Enough - Eminem "Never Enough" [Eminem] There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me I maybe a little too fast paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and

chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me You had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to about face me Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see [Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg] No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough [50 Cent] My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag or chop it Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it [Chorus x2]

31. Say Goodbye Hollywood - Eminem "Say Goodbye Hollywood" [Chorus] Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood {Hollywood}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood {Why do I feel this way}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood [Verse 1] I thought I had it all figured out, I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave How come I couldn't see this shit myself, it's just me Nobody couldn't see the shit I felt Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell, to catch me The minute shit was heated she just bailed i'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself I couldn't even see the millimetere when it fell Turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female I need to slow down Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now i'm... [CHORUS] [Verse 2]

Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look At nothin', this world's too much I've swallowed all I could If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good Just say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should, these problems are piling all at once Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up I think i'm bottomin' out But i'm not about to give up, I gotta get up Thank God, I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad Cause I hate him so bad The worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass, man If you could understand why I am the way that I am What do I say to my fans, when I tell 'em i'm... [CHORUS] [Verse 3] I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it For me to have this much appeal like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin' dick Fuck the guns, i'm done, i'll never look at gats If I scrap, i'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass I love my fans But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact i've sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt i'd get to the level that i'm at, this is whack This is more than I ever could of asked everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that

It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, i'm trapped If I could go back, I never woulda rapped I sold my soul to the devil, i'll never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein', everything blow up and all you did was just grow up emceeing It's fuckin' crazy Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had But instead I forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin'... [CHORUS] [Outro] Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, {Goodbye}, please don't cry for me, when i'm gone for good, {this shit is not for me}, so goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, {i'm not a fuckin' star}, please don't cry for me, when I'm gone for good, {i'm goin' back home}... 33. 3 a.m. - Eminem Oh oh oh oh oh ooh There is no escaping.... There's no place to hide.... You scream "Someone save me" But they don't pay you no mind... Goodbye! You're walkin' down a horror corridor It's almost 4 in the morning and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible Right there's the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya You're a goner he's onto ya Out the corner of his cornea he just saw you run All you want is to rest cuz you can't run anymore you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience

While everybody is watching in the party applauding it Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep, thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowing a klonopin while I'm noddin in and out on the ottoman At the ramada inn, holdin' on to the pill bottle then Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom and make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonald's with Blood all over me, Dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I must have just blacked out again... Not again! It's 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em) I said... It's 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em) Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs Surfin' every channel until I find Hannah Montana Then I reach for the Aloe and lanolin Bust all over the wall panel and dismantlin' every candle On top of the fireplace mantle and Grab my flannel and my bandana then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to usin' hallucinogens Causin' illusions again Brain contusions again Cutting and bruisin' the skin Razors, scissors and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases, that I go through

Dazed, and I'm so confused Cheesed, that I don't know who Gave, these molecules to me, what am I gon' do? Heed, the prodigal son The diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them It's 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em) I said... It's 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em) She puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again I choke and I slash sliced and gassed Last night was a blast I can't quite remember when I had that Much fun of a half pint of a jack My last spike and a half A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December I think it was, I was havin' drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights, pushed him into the stinkin' tub Cut him up into pieces and just when I went to drink his blood I thought I oughta drink this bath water that oughta be fun That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery son Your blood curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none It's 3 A.M. and here I come so you should probably run A secret passageway around here man there's gotta be one

Oh no there's probably none, he can scream all that he wants Top of his lungs, but ain't no stoppin' me from choppin' him up... up Cuz it's... 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em) I said... It's 3 A.M. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there but I guess I musta killed em (killed em)

But bitches the gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire [Chorus] Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine [Eminem] I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are

34. Spend Some Time - Eminem "Spend Some Time" [Eminem] If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one Tryna pick myself up where I started from [Obie Trice] I never woulda thought that I'd see you outta control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know between us we was like mates to soul Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more so the chalant type, I chose To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning, friends we decided to roll So who's responsible when you get excited, explode And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold

But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring [Chorus] [Stat Quo] In most cases, Stat's attitude is fuck-a-bitch My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in public, we sufferin' because of this Shorty on some whole 'notha other shit Tryna play sick thinkin' i'mma trick off rick I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss We started off closer than close But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin' ways woulda stopped our growth And the final result, back in that same boat I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO! [50 cent] Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move?

Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? [Chorus] 35. My 1st Single - Eminem "My First Single" Ohh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one [Verse 1] Shady's the label Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out erra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs Buttersworth's syrup It's the Mr. picked on Christopher Reeves Just for no reason other than the just to tease him Cause he was was his biggest fan, he used to be Superman Now we're pouring liquor on the curb in his name for him Eminem you wait till' we meet up again Fucker I'm kicking your ass for everything you've ever said It's one for the money two for the fucking show Ready get set, let's go Here comes the bucking bronco stomping and stampeding up the damn street Like them buffalo soldiers, I told ya I'm bout' to blow So look out below, Geronimo, motherfuckers is dominos I'm on a roll, around and around I go When will I stop? I don't know Tryna pick up where the Eminem Show left off But I know anything's possible Though I'm not gonna top what I sold I'm at the top of my game That shit is not gonna change Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away with murder I'm like O.J. he's like my Cochran today

We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes In a safe, locked them away Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to god you was playing Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh I wish I could've told you to not do the same Cause one day it could cost you your name [Chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let's all have fun let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [Verse 2] Erra Erra Eric swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derick bare naked chicka chicka chicka .. Janean just turned 16 and used a fake id To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly Hehehehehe, to be so young and naive Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and care free Paris and Nikki's parents must be so tickled to cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hickory Dickory Dirk Diggler Look at me work wizardry with these words Am I a jerk or just jerk chicken Or Chicka chicka chicka chicka jer jer jerkin the chain 22 jerks and a jerk circle Or is it a circle jerk or wait a minute What am I saying, allow me to run it back and

rewind it rrrbb lemme ask you again Am I just jerkin the chain Am I bizerk or insane Or am I just one of them damn amateurs Working the damn camera filming one of them Paris Hilton home made pornos Who keeps tilting the lens at an angle Chicka Chicka Just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin videotapes of them fucking When they were just musketeers in the Mickey Mouse club And dusted them and went straight to The Source with them Cause they could've sworn someone said NuhAnd then tried to erase and record over it But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the Ga-Uh and then the come to find out it was Justin Saying "I'm gonna come!" And this was suppose to be [Chorus] supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let's all have fun let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [Verse 3] Any opinions or somethin you just wanna get off your chest And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number It's 1-800-I'm a dick sucker I love to suck a dick

And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key And I'll be sure to get back As soon as there comes a day that I fall out with Dre Wake up gay, make up with Ray (Hey!) So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, Beat a chicken, eat a chicken like it's a big cock(?) bawka-bi-kaw Or suck a dick, and lick a dick and eat a dick And stick a dick in your mouth I'm done you can fuck off fucka-fucka-fuck off! [Chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let's all have fun let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca 36. Business - Eminem "Business" Marshall, sounds like an SOS... Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right... To the rapmobile, let's go... {Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up, introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now, so without further ado,

I bring to you, {Marshall}... You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks like Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, i'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hiphop is in a state of 911, so... [Chorus] Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}... Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when i'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals, so skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know what for, the show must go on, so i'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,

c'mon now... [Chorus] It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set, just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats, MC's don't see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy, can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo' Dre, what up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now... [Chorus]

37. Jimmy Crack Corn - Eminem "Jimmy Crack Corn" (feat. 50 Cent) [Verse 1 - Eminem] Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care My enemies crack corn, but I don't care You can be black, white or a albino yeah You can have corn rows inside your hair I give a fuck if I don't like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it See if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit You can just keep making them tired old threats A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah See me, but don't dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah From outta nowhere, you might find your career Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah) [Chorus - Eminem]

So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey, {Marshall}, so until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where) [Verse 2 - Eminem] Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice

If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit Knowing deep down, they really just wanna squash it (65)Cause no one wants to walk around, stepping in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em' And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum' We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm Shady Limited's in any size yo, Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiya' Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her Right in the ass with KY, yes sir! So full of joy, boy am I absurd Even Chingy would tell you 'Yea boi don't curr' [Chorus - Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is G-Unit at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where) [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair Ya friend should've know not to front round here

Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where A beautiful day, without drama is rare Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up player In the hood politicin, like I'm running for mayor riding, winding, dining and shining, know what I'm saying I ain't got time for fucking around, and horseplaying I'm making hits, my homies taking hits, who's staying [Chorus - Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where) 38. Insane - Eminem "Insane" I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed 'Til one night he snuck in and said We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxbin instead? After I fuck you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest The next day my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid! The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed He just hung himself in the bedroom he's dead"

"Debbie don't let that fucker get you upset Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck I bet you he's fakin' it, I bet you I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get I'll go handle this of course, unless you object" "Ah go fuck his brains out, if any's left in his head" [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? NO! He's insane! "Did you get him?" Naaw, fucker tried to bite my face off I just got fuckin' chased off with a chainsaw Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin' blades off Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong Then he played ping pong with his own ding dong That motherfucker's got nuts like King Kong Then he set the lawn mower out on the dang lawn And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off Everything, except his tank top and his training bra Ain't he raw? Yeah maniac, that's Shady dog Man that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he dog Shady dog, what be going through that fuckin' brain of yours Say no more, what the fuck you waitin' for, sing along [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? NO! He's insane! Don't you know what felch means? (yeah), well then tell me Would you rather get felched

or do the felching Fuck him in the ass, suck the cum out while you're belching Burp, belch, then go back for a second helping Can you dig what I'm sayin' man, can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my step father felt me Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while he's yelping "Shady what the fuck you saying?" I don't know help me! What the fuck's happening, I think I'm fucking melting "Marshall I just love you boy, I care about your well being" No Dad, I said no, I don't need no help peeing I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself see I only get naked when the baby sitter tells me She showed me a movie like "Nightmare on Elm Street" But it was X, and they called it "Pubic Hair on Chelsea" "Well this is called ass rape, and we're shooting the jail scene" [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? NO! He's insane!

41. Old Time's Sake - Eminem "Old Time's Sake" (feat. Dr. Dre) Good evening! This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet That's eight million miles in the sky Please, undo your seatbelt for takeoff You are now free to smoke about the cabin I'm Dre from back in the day from NWA from black and the gray from Choking a bitch to smacking her face from Stacking up bodies to Racking their kegs up from Racking a bitch to

Stacking them crates up I'm still hungry And I'm back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rapping and tame at me Shady for us competition Faggot, There ain't none Speak of the devil It's attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon as the blade spun run, they run away from Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon A great one Wait, the day ain't funny man It's urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go You are now smoking with the best (the best) Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants Taking lives of firemen Say goodbye, here I am again Naked wives and vicadin Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I could spin Fin, fin Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge Let that boy off the bench, coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some French toast and show us some skin I show you every inch grows of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse - if it's forced, it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain

So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go You are now smoking with the best (the best) Now where there's smoke, there's fire Where there's fire, there's flames Where there's flames, there's chronic Either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games Nah uh, he ain't playin' He's gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and kreatine Hypnotic and red bull It's an incredible energy drink And it's given me wings I believe I can fly While I pee on a girl You won't catch me, CSI It's as easy as pie And as simple as cake Dre, get on the mic and make them dribble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air And raise your henny and coke And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know We can smoke till there's no more lighter fluid to do it Lets get into it You smoking with the triest and truest I got the Midas touch When it comes to rolling shit up You motherfuckas ain't smoking You just holding shit up Now here we go Let's get up, get down, hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one Cuz if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing is how I blew up off of puffing them trees Well puffing ain't enough for me Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, come on Smoke me out, cuz Give me contact buzz Get me on track They love me when I'm on that stuff But this earth calling Shady, man come on

back (what?) Man we're losing him; he won't even respond back (fuck!) Now look at all the pretty women in here (Damn bitches) Dre, it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures I give them the thermometer You get the bandages Now baby just bend over This won't hurt a damn bit, And give me one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go You are now smoking with the best (the best) I said one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go You are now smoking with the best (the best)

my dresser It's my kinda vibe what else shud I try lester Drop, kick the bitch before the second trimester Performed a home abortion with dexter the (ni yeser) Dig her fetus out with a wire hanging then digest her [Chorus] I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end The world is just my medicine ball your all in I said I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end My medicine ball your in my medicine ball friends All my west side bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy... queef and blow it up Man I think that he just fell off the teeth and showing up So you better change the station To keep from throwing up Man you seen it all before your all too familiar with it There's a penis on the floor and two balls so you know who did it You know you with it girl don't front, oh no you didn't I won right by the pussy cat dolls when call you kitten I'll pee on rihanna see man I do what I wanna Spray perfume in the sauna room crazy glue in Madonna to The lazy boy so called fold her in two and sit on her Imagine if visual for that man Who would've thoughta Could ever be such a relentless prick And leashin his fingers For the chicks who waltz She looks like she outlived her life sentence I never meant this, rhyme to be so offensive If you (were(nt)) so defensive it wouldn't be Your so sensitive [Chorus] I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end

42. Medicine Ball - Eminem "Medicine Ball" Oh, my goodness What have I done (oh no) I can't believe it It's like... I've got the whole world In my palm And I'm ready to drop bombs... Welcome to the slim shady mecca Rebecca It's the village in new york right next to the try decca It's my sector homosexual dissector Come again rewind selector I said nice rectum I had a vasectomy hector So you can't get pregnant if I bisexually reck ya Hannibal Lector into guy sex and I bet ya I tantalize ya in the less than five seconds I get ya They said once bitten n twice shy We lie next to the guy With nine ecstasy pills and five extra Boxes of ripped condoms and quantities why yes sir I took the rest of the lunester pills from

The world is just my medicine ball your all in I said I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end My medicine ball your in my medicine ball friends Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand Kick it up and push him and lead him right into quick sand Here you need a hand... big man... grab hold of this branch With both hands, man they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me like it's my fault his name rhymes with so many different words... jeeze So one last time, mister Christopher reeves Won't you break it down for me and just spit the verse please (Christopher Reeves) Eminem I'm coming to kill you (sniff) Always hated you and I still do You'll never feel my shoes My superman costume (sniff) Doesn't even fit you they don't feel you You taking this shit too far (sniff) Who d'you think you are (hang) my suit up in the armoire Everyday I hate you more and more Throw down the cardboard Lets break dance if you think your hardcore I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end The world is just my medicine ball your all in I said I guess it's time for you to hate me again Lets begin now hand me the pen How shud I begin it and were does it all end My medicine ball your in my medicine ball friends

[Intro] I told you all motherfuckers I was coming back What now nigga what now what You's the projects nigga [Chorus (Eminem):] One shot two shot three shots four shots All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music's off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's licking shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my motherfucking gun (Nigga what about your wife) Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherfucking life Oh shit, the shooter's comin' Bitches, hoes niggas is running People shot all over the floor And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door That's the sound of the glock Even DJ House fucked around and got shot I done messed around and forgot my tec I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex [Verse 2- Kuniva] (Kuniva you aight) These niggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wildin' Two minutes ago we was all joking and smiling This chick is clinging onto me sobbin and sighing Saying she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she crying But it's real and it's on and cats is getting killed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she yelling (Don't leave me!) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch

43. One Shot 2 Shot - Eminem "One Shot 2 Shot" (feat. D12)

believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late [Chorus] [Verse 3- Swifty] (Nigga I've been tryna call you all day motherfucker where you at?) I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire is flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi (Shit thats the clique we beefin with I swear) Man and I was on my way there Believe me I'm leaving a carcus today I'm gonna park my car and walk the rest of the way I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tuck I'm gonna meet you at the club we're gonna fuck these hoes up [Chorus] [Verse 4- Eminem] I've never seen no shit like this in my life before People are still camped out from the night before Sleeping outside the door waiting in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshalls no, the venue's too small People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans And some cum wad from out the parking lot Get into an argument over a parking spot He decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off Missed who he's aiming for six feet away's the door Into St. Andrew's hall hall now the strays flying all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face another one of 'em came through the wall

Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off I'm posted up by the bar having a Mozeltoff Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off Thank god I'm alive I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him hauling ass I think he left his wife There she is on the ground being trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can't pull her God damn there just went another damn bullet I'm hit My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop Dee Follow Bizarre's path and ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I seen Swift shooting it out But I can't see who he's shooting it out with But Denaun's right behind him squeezing his four fifth [Chorus] [Verse 5- Kon Artis] It's Friday night came to this bitch right Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain't come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight Although I can't stay here to fight 'cause I'm popping niggas tonight That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that this fucker Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this motherfucker So one shot for the money two's to stop the show Third's for the bartender there's plenty of shots to go (I just wanna know who's driving a black Mitsubishi)

He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee with a three piece [Chorus]

I'm in outer space I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so [Chorus]

44. Drug Ballad - Eminem "Drug Ballad" [Girl] Yeah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit! [Em] (aight) [Eminem] Guess what? I ain't coming in yet... I'll come in a minute [Eminem] Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this [Eminem] Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinning You're beginin' to think women are swimming in pink linen again in the sink Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up [Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Looking at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me out of this place I'm outta place [Eminem] 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Someone keeps pullin' on my sleeve I don't wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got a hold of me 'Cause every time I try to tell them "no" They won't let me ever let them go (1)I'm a sucker all I gotta say These drugs really got a hold of me [Eminem] In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubic's cube 17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game And every face looks the same They've got no name So I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few As ecstasy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you But in the long run These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later But fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy

Let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around looking like some windup dolls Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now I'm going to try to find some more [Chorus] [Eminem] That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life Live it however you wanna Marijuana is everywhere Where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're going 'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning But you're young You've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw Parties to crash Sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated Did better drugs and updated But I've still got a lot of growing up to do I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done I'll be 40 Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories

With a bottle of Jack Two grandkids in my lap Babysitting for Hailie while Hailie's out getting smashed [Chorus 2x] [Same as previous, but 2nd time the last line is repeated like this] Drugs really got a hold of me They really got a hold of me 'Cause drugs really got a hold of me They really got a hold of me

47. Shake That - Eminem (feat. Nate Dogg) [Intro - Eminem ] Shady, Aftermath There she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole I think I'm losing control [Verse 1 - Eminem] Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up Hit the strip club don't forget ones get your dick rubbed Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink Hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine (13)Knowing still got a few chunks on your shoestring Showing I was dehydrated till the beat vibrated I was revibed as soon as this Bitch gyrated And hips and licked them lips and that was it I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit [Verse 2 - Nate Dogg] Two to the one from the one to the three (3)I like good pussy and I like good trees

Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me Conversation and Hennessey I've been to the motherfucking mountain top Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass I'm gonna continue to rock Get you ass of the wall with your two left feet It's real easy just follow the beat Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie [Verse 3 - Nate Dogg] We bout to have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt) I'm looking for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin baby step right up Some girls they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it I'm looking for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say everyday she be giving it up [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me [Verse 4 - Eminem] I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist Open your mouth for about four or five minutes Take a little bit of this fluoride rinse Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish Yeah me and Nate d-o double g Looking for a couple bitches with some double d's Pop a little champagne and a couple E's Slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna have a

party [Verse 5 - Nate Dogg] Have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt) I'm looking for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big Ol' butt Some girls they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on Knows that she can but she won't say no Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be Tonight I want a slut, will you be mine? I heard you was freaky from a friend of mine [Bridge - Eminem] Now I hope you don't get mad at me But I told Nate you was a freak He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind I told him how you like it from behind [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me We bout' to have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (go ahead shake your butt) I'm looking for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin baby step right up Some girls they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it I'm looking for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say everyday she be giving it up [Outro - Eminem] There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole

I think I'm losing control God, come one [Eminem makes noises] I ain't leavin' without you bitch Coming home with me And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl ha ha, Nate Dogg [deep breathing]

but I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-io And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily" And that very well may be the same reason they don't say me when they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream and make it big-big-big-big-b-baby [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] So maybe the 80's made me crazy, I been tryin' to get my weight up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paid the ways So lately mind state's get better each day, replay my relay race when I was chasin' the a fey at 18, 8 years later his voice in Beijing no choice I chase cream so.. [Eminem] Shady, we're back [Verse 3 - Stat Quo] This is what I eat, sleep, breath an feed my kids whatever I feel my family needs I treat the mic like the block, fought with my rocks an squeeze critics who expect me to under achieve I just deal with the hate I receive, I rollin' back my sleeves, ? show other bree with bran wrapped to his knees? An tell him suck my dick, take a bow an leave with a sack full of amar cheese, I found it hard to believe Who the bullet perceive to be G's an claim there runnin' shit, nigga I run me An as a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me, that same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E Folk in the hood asking where I be, dawg I'm out in Hawaii, don't like it drink my pee Record songs for the Detox LP, feet don't fail heat, niggas got me bent like cranberry and

48. We're Back - Eminem "We're Back" (feat. Stat Quo, Obie Trice, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his) [Intro] Shady, we're back [Verse 1 - Eminem] Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it you better just make new living arrangements, if you think your the top and king of the castle You about to get thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is, I'm best at this an I'm best at that, but I don't hear my name No man brought up in rap and I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that but when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that Not even the same league as Jay-Z Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they'll name me Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ or say "he ripped that Biggie verse or that JayZ Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat

bellvee? I'm gonna die wealthy, boss of the game, what the fuck they goin' tell me, A-Town's own tre, Aftermath Shady [Eminem] Shady, we're back [Verse 4 - Bobby Creek] Y'all market y'all own block, they see me ???? that, rap game's an old flame my nigga I want 'em back Like mic check, pimp for what it's worth I got the right knit, sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet No regret, live by a cold June, no bot, y'all niggas won't be satisfied 'till I show ??, go out on the limb with Em 'cause I'm with him, put a barrel to they apparel to you an some of them Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie, Shady Records re-introduced you niggas to multi, so hot, all the light that they given me an the haters like a chauffer because it's have driven me To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome, I don't give a fuck about you nigga I'm just livin' me We the reason for the season so I'm just breezin' through the track, nigga [Eminem] Shady [Verse 5 - Cashis] I can prove I'm here to do somethin' you never do, from hand to hand coke sales for my revenue I ain't been to a bucks an why I ain't snuck a weapon through, there's no background reveals a 1-8-7-2, 'till the block I'm the truth, to the cops I'm the proof And if a nigga's still out there you just gotta shoot, I carry over my street ethics to the booth

In the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth, the difference between me an you, I already done an lived the street life, niggas run away from it, you follow my life, in the Midwest blunted, pitchfork's held high, 4 5th by the stomach, you find me right now on the C.A. streets, I'm on the roof of the building shootin' at police, some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me, I'm gonna walkin' obituary, death live in me, I take life through the pen by the way I'm see I'll have you raped in the pen, like American meat I'm connected gettin' weight, from MS-13 with SK's, AR's an Mini-14's, I'm Ca$his, the last of the real, were strapped on Prozac B's and E pills, it's the rap, got the block on tip, 2 ???? of crack I'm in the light dark contract, Shady's back, nigga [Eminem] Shady, we're back Ha, I told you we was back Ha ha ha

49. Bagpipes From Baghdad - Eminem "Bagpipes From Baghdad" Ohh, it's music to my ears Oh man, how can I describe the way I feel? Fuckin' great, man Okay, let me see, how could I begin? Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up and in between snack crackers to munch

Mariah, whatever happened to us? Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch You see I never really asked for much I can't imagine what's goin' through you mind After such a nasty break up With that Latin hunk Luis Miguel Nick Cannon better back the fuck up I'm not playin', I want her back you punk This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk Zap and Eric Clapton shaft brings Abba crunk And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want I mean I really want ya bad, you cunt Nick, you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk Man, I could use a fresh batch of blood So prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture [Chorus:] Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's goin' through my mind half the time When my rhyme are blowin' up my Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture I'm the miracle whip, a trickster My signature sound when the tube of lipsticks surround I'm bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals This beautiful pill dust in my palm Cuticles get residue just from touching the

bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya The size of a sword, boy, I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy You don't know what the fuck you're doin' I ain't playin' no fuckin' more Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin' whore Every minute there's a sucka born Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers suck On a shucka corn Shucka, shucka corn, shucka corn Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fuckin' on Now what the fuck are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower With the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad [Chorus] In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become heterosexual Nothin' will stop me from molestin' you Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles Is what they said, to the two conjoined twins "How's it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?" You need some ointment, just set up an appointment Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip I just got my one year sobriety coin chip When the bad get goin', how bad does the goin' get? Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin'

groins with Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the sowin' kit And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, shit Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy chip Cookie looky, even took me a Polaroid [Chorus]

It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found [Hook - Eminem & Lil Wayne] It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now You kicked me when I was down Fuck what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more) That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you Bitch you get (no love) You show me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around I don't need you (don't hurt me) You (don't hurt me no more) That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get (no love) And I don't need you Get em [Verse 2 - Eminem] I'm alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again Cuss into the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat them So why the fuck would I join them when I beat them They call me a freak because (17)I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you

52. No Love (ft. Lil Wayne) - Eminem


[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niggas know I lay them down, make their bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes Be good or be good at it Fucking right I've got my gun, semiCartermatic(*) Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say" I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away Man, I come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code (**)

finish in a minute Yeah the rap is tight But I'm fucking with the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game My soul start to rot, fellow When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted because Marsh is not mellow Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop I'm standing on my Monopoly board (***) That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop

'bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who's got you goin' crazy again I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means your something that we already had But once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad [Eminem] You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and *****in' Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond World-wide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin' [Jayz] Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise [Eminem] So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time When dr. dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk Crunk, crunk, crunk And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot and jump Jump, jump, jump, jump [Dr. Dre] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to

53. Numb encore - Dr. Dre ft. Linkin Park, 50cents - Eminem
Numb encore Eminem ft. Dre, Jay Z, 50 Cent I've become so numb (Can I get an encore, do you want more) I've become so numb (Can I get an encore, do you want more) Get your ass up for the doctor One more time, get your ass up for the doctor Come on now, here we go Cliff hanger, it's another club banger Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat Get on down [Dr. Dre] (15)Times up, games over, you lose, I win

sense it I don't gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin' off the henges We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off popular consensus [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off Who the f**k is Doc impressin'? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cuz Doc left you all guessin' So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (what) We gon' have this motherf**ker hoppin' in a second (bump bump) That's why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass [Eminem] Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the cape crusaders And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and forth all day Like the hot potato game, thats why we came to Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar So for one last time I need y'all to roar Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you (I've become so numb) (Can I get an encore, do you want more) [50 Cent] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It's no secret, everybody know When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved [Dr. Dre] And plenty honey's involved, the sunny Sunday's and palm trees Cali, everyday it's just another party from the valley's All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker [Eminem] So nervous, ain't never cuz Shady Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc (and Shady) No one could do it better We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise

I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar So for one last time I need y'all to roar Til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow You'll never take my pride Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent Is getting no mercy, mark my words Ain't letting up, relentless I smell blood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love

Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make em fear you 'fore you make em feel you So everybody buy my shit or I'ma come and kill you I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin (I'm Slim Shady..) I'm Shady!! [Eminem] I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful (uh-huh huh) I like birds, bees, I like people (64)I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful (hehehe) like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (Woo!) The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike while I blow my brain out, just to see what it feels like cause this is how I am in real life (mm-hmm) I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice (uh-huh) How you gonna scare somebody with a gun threat when they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (Huh?) So bring the money by tonight - cause your wife said this the biggest knife she ever saw in her life (Help me! Help me!) I try to keep it positive and play it cool Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school (Stay in school!) Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight I think I'll write my biggest fan a fuck you letter I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin (I'm Slim Shady..) I'm Shady!!

54. "I'M SHADY" [Eminem] Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh?) Told you how to slap dicks and murder your girl (I did!) Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed, "Fuck the world!" (I'm Slim Shady..) so come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (Ow!) I think I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot (uhh-oh) Stop they blood flow until they veins clot I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch Purple haze and acid raindrops Spike the punch at the party and drink pop (gulp gulp) Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top

[Eminem] Yo.. I listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it (Aww that shit is wack!) Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit (What?? That's my shit!) People don't buy shit no more they just dub it That's why I'm still broke and had the number one club hit (Yup, uh huh) But they love it when you make your business public so fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject (uh-huh) And if I told you I had AIDS y'all would play it cause you stupid motherfuckers think I'm playin when I say it -- (30)Well, I do take pills, don't do speed (29)Don't do crack (uh-uhh) don't do coke, I do smoke weed (uh-huh) Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer (yup) I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin (yup) And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS infested I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin (I'm Slim Shady..) I'm Shady!! (Ha hah-ha, ha! Ha hah, hah..) I told you I was Shady!! (Ha hah-ha, hah-ha! Ha hah, hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha) Y'all didn't wanna believe me! I'm Shady!! .. And that's my name

how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful Country of ours, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect, The women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold, or (Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told... I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views And the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with somebody Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now They're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, And now I'm dumping it on... [Chorus] White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this, White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many

57.White America - Eminem America, hahaha, we love you,

hugs I get, white America, I Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this, white America, Erica Loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get... Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown, Shady lose, Shady Sits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help, make ladies swoon Baby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half, I Ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at, when I was Underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was Like, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up Under his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at Shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it's... [Chorus] See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these words Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I created so much Motherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took,

and they were instantly hooked Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them, that's why they put my Lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope, waitin' To choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this, Nope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock, to Try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston, After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack From these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or Say faggot, shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin' Spokesman now for... [Chorus] So to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket and replace It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of Hypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore, fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have, fuck you, [vocal melody], He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...

59. I Remember - Eminem


Your mother, you fuckin faggot La da da, da da da, da da (repeated) Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo We still remember There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around) But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down) (so then what happened?) So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues like there's no tomorrow (no tomorrow) (come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the house of pain) It was the wisest decision he ever made (ever made) But the dumbest thing he could ever do (could ever do) Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do) [chorus] Cause I remember all those years How it was when you were here I remember how it was, how it was when you were young Yesterday was so long ago (long ago) Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more remember back when you had The Knack (had the knack) And i remember when you had your first heart attack (heart attack) I was right there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)

I just wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you) Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch) You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich (leave when you're rich) But the dumbest thing that you could ever do (you could ever do) Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do) [chorus] yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo) Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford Before his heart attack had him on life support When house of pain was out of fame like someone doused the flame And they became destined to never jump around again Or even further back, when i first had heard The Knack And you were down with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man I was into it But then you went and took your style and switched the shit Now you sound ridiculous you dickless piece of shit, How could you diss me, bitch? I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude, Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you Started rhymin, then you left the room and didn't say goodbye or nothin? Like you mad that someone else was White and tried to rhyme or somethin I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your light or nothin But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish {*Muslim*} Man I wish I was irish, I could be a {*Muslim*} too Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do What's up with you? I never fucked with you, why would you fuck

with me? Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, you nuts as me? Plus I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string But I ain't mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you I'm what you used to be, shit you was me in '92 So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think of you And maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues [chorus]x2 You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck And by the way, a 380's a fuckin sissy gun If you're gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin real gun You little bitch Next time say my fuckin name in a song Don't be subliminal about it (68)You wanna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt

60.Kill you Eminem Kill you Eminem [Eminem] When I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Chorus: Eminem Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world

with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. [Eminem] Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap", but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strapon added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse to do it again, THEN, if he does it again you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!") [Eminem] Eh-heh, know why I say these things? Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks this eighty G's a week to say the same things

TWEECE! TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her from principal to the student body and counselor from in-school to before school to out of school I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE You faggots keep eggin me on til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME! Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!" ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!") [Eminem] Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies You know I love you

59. A Kiss (Ft. Royce da 5'9) - Eminem [Hook] I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (No you don't, not from me, not on the lips, are you crazy? Maybe the cheek but thats all you gon' get from me [Verse 1: Royce] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing First rapper that shot a fan Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man Chopper spraying, getting head In a car parked, new Gallardo This bitch sucking my dick today Call her yesterday's news tomorrow Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Taibo 'bout to cross over, I'm the new Ivo 'bout to saves a couple of these bitches That's right, I'm the new Bible You? You five-O, me? More grounded than punishments but I'm too fly though Y'all niggas be whining, I should call you Moscato [Eminem] Look down at the floorboard It looks like someone left a pair Of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe Never know just what type of a ho Inside of my ride I may let Last night went to 5am And she ain't even recover from last Friday yet Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck I can see why they fret I already ran over two hoes And I ain't get out the fucking drive way yet Soon as I open the door, you try to resist What for? Get in girl, don't front shorty your Fighting an un-winnable war, it's useless As tits in a boar or little tits on a whore Got 'em actin' like spoiled brats kicking and screaming Like little kids throwing fits on the floor Get in the whip but you ain't turning a frog into a prince Why you tryna keep convincing me for? [Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem] Now ya in my whip just long As you understand that I can't be wit' You say companionship, I say abandon ship I'm a gigolo so you know I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time To slow down for no relationshit Drop the P and add a T, yeah You can get mad at me all you want But I'm ghost before you can even say boo Hun let alone call me one A one night stand is all he wants With a female fan, yeah, one like Stan He's so about a one nightstand His bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain't finna argue but why do you think They call it boo? Yeah cause the sound Of it's 'posed to scare you [Royce] Oh ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren I don't give a fuck what your name is We gon' call you Hi and Bye Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon Slow the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face I make when I'm shooting the gun's The same face that I make when I fuck From the back of my hand on your neck Pressing your face against the sheets it's insane You been changed, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein I'm at an all-time high with highness I'm at an all-time fly with flyness And this is exactly what they say When they bow to your highness, yeah

[Hook] [Verse 3: Royce] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing First rapper that shot a fan (Push a chick out the car while it's moving like Waka's man) Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan Her private parts got her on the pole Like the opposite of her papa's plan

(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 throw it in reverse And drop the trans I'm in the trance Now look at this bitch dance) Looking at this tramp Like what you wearing girl, quit playing (Yeah bitch and them scratch And sniff pants? Well let me scratch 'em) Let me sniff, yeah What? Did I say that? I'm on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands [Eminem] Middle finger stuck on fuck Stiff hands but girl you got a butt like no if ands So yea what the hell, maybe Oh hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is So tell Katy Perry he's on the tail He's tailgating These bells are my mating call And I'm here, bell's waiting and tell Lady Gaga She can quit her job at the post office She's still a male lady Wouldn't fuck her with her dick You heard the verdict's in, he's allergic to divas And take meat cleavers to 'em Him don't give a damn about beaver do him? What a demon, a behemoth Evil just seems to be seething through him [Royce] I like the little strip tease you doing this evening You and me gon' find three more chickadees And have a menage like Nicki You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas Without shit under it, sweating suck my dick Or get to stepping's my logic [Eminem] My God trick, my dick is hard, thick as

a yardstick What we gonna do? Ride around 'til we're carsick Then I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot Of the trailer park by the garbage What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet? Condoms are in the glove compartment, let's start it Think I'm joking? What, am I sitting here Tryna make fake farts with my armpits? Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose? Am I here to amuse you? Stop it [Royce] I'm in your pocket outside of a church The other hand reaching for bottom of your purse You giving me head in a boxing stance My dick's so big you could drop it in dirt I'm not your man, we're sparring partners There's five things you are in charge of, that's Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick Sucking a dick, sucking a dick [Eminem] If you ain't sucking a dick, why you sitting there With puckered lips? Oh that's collagen, motherfucking bitch What you mean how'd you, get suckered into this You gon' jump into my truck and then try to get truculent? (You should be suffering, you should be cooking You should be buckling your seat-belt with oven mitts) Excuse me while I'm making an ass of myself

But it's only cause I just wanna get [Hook]

61. Take from me (feat Royce da 5'9'' & Claret Jai - Eminem "Take From Me" (feat. Claret Jai) You're going to be okay, kid. You're going to be okay [Hook: Claret Jai] Is everything not enough? What more can I give up? Is there anyone that I can trust? I give you my all and you still take from me [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Uh Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique I know that without the fans, I ain't shit But y'all better read my lips; I don't spit raps this ill For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift I hope y'all don't think y'all helping me out with that shit That shit's stressin' me out Nickel nine is blowin' up Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace Cause around that time, my stocking is goin' up Feels like a victory, bittersweet Cause the bigger I get, the bigger the wedge Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro Hear what I said? Feels like the shit just switched on me Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know I would do anything for him, But the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin' on me

Keepin' your distance? Probably best If you don't wanna fuck with me But you know me probably best, fuck pity (4)You want that? You know it's Laila Ali's chest: Tough titty! The problems, you got a problem, you think I'm already set So I'm a look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect I ain't tryina say something I regret, so I'm a just stop, chasing the pain Let you deal with the fact we don't get along Cause I got a big face in the game Sometimes I feel like "fuck my life, " I fuck with a few niggas That I know that If my chick was a shady ho, Niggas wouldn't think twice 'fore they fuck my wife Guess that's the difference in friends and associates, I done been broke, I done been through the motions I don't pay no attention to birds, I use my scope and attend to the vultures No one ever blows up your phone to talk, I don't make money just to lone it to y'all Tell a nigga that the new album is like Dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive If I gotta lend you money every time I see you just to be your friend, bitch, I don't really need your friendship. [Hook] [Bridge: Claret Jai] I give, and I give And you take, and you take And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me You just take from me [Verse 2: Eminem] I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame Trouble as the pain grows double; give a fuck what you say When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away To people who don't even appreciate flows,

mothafucka, I'm leavin today Cause I break my back to give you my all, you steal my thoughts It's like driving a spike through my heart You might not think it's that big of a deal to steal from me But music is all I got Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr But it's getting harder than I thought To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it? Put it all in every lyric I record Well then please tell me why on this Earth Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit Cause it feels like a down there ain't no gettin up from But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb I'm anything but glum so fuck 'em They'll appreciate me when I'm gone; they'll say it was ill, right? The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you Ladies and gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you! [Hook]

62. Won't Back Down (feat. Pink) Eminem "Won't Back Down" (feat. Pink) [Chorus - Pink:] You can sound the alarm you can call out your guards you can fence in your yard you can pull all the cards but I won't back down oh no I wont back down oh no [Verse 1 - Eminem:] Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels girl I'm too for real lose your tooth and nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death bed screaming F that yeah super ill baby what the deal we can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill listen garden tool don't make me introduce you to my power tool you know the fucking drill how you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? summers eve Massengill shady's got the mass appeal baby crank the shit cause it's your God-damn jam you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact well shawty I'm that man these other cats aint metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said settle ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat man get it calm batman? nah, aint nobody whose as bomb and as nuts lines are like mum's cat scans cause they fucking dope, bananas

hunny I applaude that ass swear to God man these mobs can't dance ma show em how it's done spazz like a God Damn Tas, yeah [Chorus - Pink] [Verse 2 - Eminem:] Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael J Fox in the draws playin' with a etch-a-sketch betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door people hit the floors yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced girl forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris's paws like you pissed him off talented with the tongue muthafucker you aint gotta lick in yours hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores makin' cash registers shit their draws think you spit the raw I'm an uncooked slab of beef laying on your kitchen floor otherwords I'm off the meat rack bring the beat back bring me two extension chords I'mma measure my dick shit I need 6 inches more fuck my dicks big bitch need I remind you that I don't need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig you're addicted I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here need a fix up I'm the big shot get it dicks nuts your just small boats little pricks girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match fore I sit back and let em get hot better call the cops on em quick fast shady's right back on your bitch ass white trash with a half of six pack in his hatchback trailer hitched attached to the back (dispatch) [Chorus - Pink] [Verse 3 - Eminem:] Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend

stopped rapping does a bird chirp, Lil Wayne slurps syrup til he burps and smokes purp does a wordsearch gets circles wrapped around him like you do when I come through, I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic or your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to psych I'm spiking you like a football (9)been this way since I've stood a foot tall you're a good catch with a shitty spouse got a pretty mouth and a good jaw gimme good brain watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain bitch you listening tryna' turn me down slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up are you insane tryna talk over me in the car shut the fuck up while my shits playin' I'ma shit stain on the underwear of life what's the saying? where's thunder there's lightning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place then how the fuck have I been hit six times in three different locations on four separate occasions? and you can bet your stanking ass that I've come to smash everything in my path fork was in the road took the psychopath poison ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash so hit the dance floor cutie while I do my duty on this microphone shake your booty shawty I'm the shit why you think Proof used to call me Doody [Chorus - Pink] 63. Go To Sleep Eminem [Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not

MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseein the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz it's all good, it's all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? [Chorus]

[Eminem] All you motherfuckers! take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo! (8)We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you! Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! (21)Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

64.My mom Eminem Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Okay! Alright! Yo, Yo. Yo! Yo! Alright, money comes first. Here we go now! My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs. That's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her. Because my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs. That's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom. "My mom, my mom" --I know you're probably tired of hearing the "my mom" oh-oh whoaoh, but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty (37)and how I became hooked on Va-al-iuum. Valium was in everything: food that I ate, the water that I drank, fucking peas in my plate. She sprinkled just enough of it just to season my steak so everyday I had at least three stomach aches. Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her son be grow up to be an under-a-fuckin'-

chiever? My teacher didn't think I was gonna' be nothing, either: "What the fuck you stickin' gum up under the fuckin' seat for?" "Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether. Either that or the motherfucker's been puffin reefer." But all of this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what it was, either. It was neither. I was buzzin', but it wasn't what she thought. Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain't my keeper. I'm sleepin'; What the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for? Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone; I ain't playin'. Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin' zebra. My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs. That's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her. Because my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs. That's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom. Wait a minute! This ain't dinner, this is paint thinner! "You ate it yesterday; I ain't hear no complaints, did I?" "Now here's a plate full of pain killers. Now just wait 'til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes. You little motherfucker, don't you sit there and make that retarded fuckin' face without even tastin' it!" "You'd better lick the fuckin', plate; you ain't wastin' it. Put your face in it before I throw you in the basement again! And I ain't givin' in. You're gonna' just sit there and want to fuckin' play spin again until next Thanksgiving, and if you still ain't finished it, I'll use the same shit again, and when I make spinach dip, it'll be placed in the shit! You little shit, wanna' sit there and play

innocent? A rat fell and hit me in K-Mart, and they witnessed it! Child support? Your father, he ain't sent the shit! So what if he did? It's none of your dang business, kid!" My mom, there's no one else quite like my mom. I know I should let bygones be bygones, but she's the reason why I am high on what I'm high on. 'Cuz my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs. That's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her. Because my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs. That's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom. My mom loved Valium. Now, what I am is a party animal. I am what I am, but I'm strong to the finish wit' me Valium spinach. But my bars only last about two minutes! But I don't want to swallow it without chewin' it. I can't even write a rhyme without you in it, my Valium, my Val-i-um. Oh! Man, I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict. --"nah, fuck that, I can't have it happen to me!" but that's actually what has ended up happenin' in a tragedy fuckin' passin' it up back to me. And it's probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain't it? Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom! Beautiful! She killed the fuckin' dope with the medicine she done fed it. Feed it a fuckin' aspirin and say that it has a headache. "Here, wanna' snack? You hungry, you fuckin' brat? Look at that! It's a Xanax! Take it and take a nap! Eat it!" But I don't need it! "Well fuck it, then break it up!

Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up!" Alright, Ma, you win! I don't feel like arguin'! I'll do it --pop and gobble it, start wobblin', stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed with bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head! My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs. That's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her. Because my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs. That's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom. My mom, I'm just like her! My mom, my mom, my mom (x3) My mom, my mama [in an Eric Cartman voice:] My mama, I ain't takin' this no more. Heh, sorry mom! I sill love you, though! [kiss sound] Dr. Dre 2010! [in a mocking tone:] Man this shit is hella' hard, homie! Man, take us on outta' here... Oh!

50 CENT

1. Candy Shop (Feat Olivia) - 50 Cent "Candy Shop" (feat. Olivia) [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... Uh huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple (26)If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) [Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you (oh yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cause I ain't never put it down like this before Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she wind Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone [Chorus 2x] 2. U Not Like Me - 50 Cent NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse] Niggas wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me

Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggas sign language, that ain't def son [click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a fucking cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn [Chorus 2X] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] Momma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggas, I'm still waiting In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s

(38)Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligible for that I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes Niggas broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ass men, wearing starter piece shines You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it Shorty, I been watching you watching me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha

[Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Ad-libing to the end]

Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... [Chorus] "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster (11)I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah & Crack Child. Them niggas they just SUCK, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys saying "50 we feeling you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't telling anyone you pussy I ain't telling anyone you gettin extorted It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patently waiting to BLOW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right?

3. Back Down - 50 Cent [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an old G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existing, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasing Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history

I ain't going no where, I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier nigga (They not gonna like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT) 4. In Da Club - 50 Cent [50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday! [Chorus (2x)] You can find me in the club, bottle full of Bud Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed [Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change. [Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be [Chorus (2x)] [Talking] [Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit 5. My Toy Soldier (Feat Tony Yayo) - 50 Cent [Intro- 50 Cent] You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way i say do it

man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me? Get up nice and close (yeah!) [Chorus- 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier I say it's on, then it's on Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier [Verse 1: 50 Cent] This is so close, now follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin' They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em Here's what to do if you see him approach me, Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me. Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack ,B You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man Hold me down [Chorus] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] (72)Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker

Every word out my mouth is felt That uz I pop, them hollow's so hot, yo ass will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich, gored, ya head all taped up niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Haha, my soldiers around in this, some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down Black tint on the Testarossa, Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organize discipline, plus we militant [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] [Wierd intro by Yayo] I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's 50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract 50 grand, and 50 man [chorus]

6. Outta Control - 50 Cent "Outta Control" [Intro - 50 Cent]

Yeah Shady Aftermath [Chorus - 50 Cent] I guess you didn't know I be back for more Everybody's on the floor Goin', goin' outta control [Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set if off [Verse 1] Sick with it boy, better get wit it what In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh Just move it to the music its on To the sound of 50 and D-R-E Everythings calculated in time percised Never move another mill let's get right aight Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice Shorty do what you wanna do Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt [Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control [Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set if off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off [Verse 2] System thumpin', dance floor jumpin' We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin' Thats what you get, you in my hood I thought you understood You know me, VIP, no ID Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG Bitches break their necks to be where I be Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy

I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it And remind you that you rockin' with the realest [Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control [Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off [Verse 3] I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo' A little dose of it, now I want some more No body put that thang on me like that before I be a fiend for it, its the way you move But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it [Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control [Bridge - 50 Cent] Set if off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off 7. Slow Doe - 50 Cent "Slow Dough"

Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Chorus] Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho) Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?) They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right) My niggas is loco (loco) Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no) Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so) That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas) Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas And ain't shit come between us Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict I live wild beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game Things'll never be the same (never the same baby) [Chorus] Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking

thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on godrule Same spot where rob got shot The block's high Warrent squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo (45)Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo Pump the six and push the volvo I hear they go kuku and go puff loco I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every ho do Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha) I always get the last laugh yo [Chorus] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from cheque to tech I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)

8. Wanksta - 50 Cent [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari Fuck-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die

And I ain't got time to waste Let's make it [50 Cent] You said you a gangster but you never pop nuttin' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dicks Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine A arss like that gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line I'm fucking with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three to nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you never pop nothing We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you never cop nuttin' You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothing [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in high school you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda And if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sipping on amaretto I'm living once than deada, I know I can do

better She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her (69)Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin' the same ol' two step Guerrilla unit cause they say we bugged out Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cause I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas saying they going murd' 50, how? We riding 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and F-bangs, huh [Chorus 2X] 9. Straight To The Bank - 50 Cent [Intro] Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit

[Verse 1:] I'm in my Lambo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget See the shit I got on, homey I hate too My Teflon arm brought my government issues I'll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades When I made fifty mill, Em got paid When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid I ain't even gotta rap now life is made Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne [Chorus:] I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing [Verse 2:] I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold Got it off the street moving bundles and loads Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll No more platinum I'm wearing gold I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough it's never enough dough Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto' Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law

I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy I set the club on fire I told ya I'm the general salute me soldier [Chorus:] I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing [Outro:] Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what I'm about It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out 10. P.I.M.P. - 50 Cent I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause

I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-IM-P I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep

it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

16. In Da Hood [Feat. Brooklyn] - 50 Cent [Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be riding through the 'hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told you before Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up In The 'hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy Niggas'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin' We winnin' [Chorus]

[50 Cent] Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood a few times, niggas try to blast me in the 'hood Fuck it's all good Catch me in the coupe - on the lean Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house Now homie, you better get to know me better Before you be bleedin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better" Look dogg, I don't play that shit I pull that thing out I'ma spray that shit That how I get down [Brooklyn] Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood 'Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood That's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hood Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya Brooklyn to Compton it's all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood [Chorus - 2X] 17. As The World Turns [Feat. Too Short & UGK] - 50 Cent [50 Cent] uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh

huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What [echo] Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main-tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers'll put ya in chains Box'll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang [Chorus - 50 Cent] A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes

(hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) [50 Cent] I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I'll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon' blamee When shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty-one blood Ya'll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies Fuck it, go out wit a bangg Ya'll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your bitch One look was all it took She seen the benz-o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol' chriz-omes A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az [Bun B] I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide-in me

Representin sure taste-az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even knoin Got you strippin and even hoe-in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) [Repeat] [50 Cent] Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now its time I get mines Except the serve and everything'll be fine Bitch! [50 Cent talking over beat] Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin

Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch! [Fades] 18 . Who U Rep With [Feat.Nas & Bravehearts] - 50 Cent [Verse 1 - Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before

Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! [repeat] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel. It's that real. [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)] Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream

about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me. I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats When we come around da front, stop. Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them niggas that wanted war before Don't want no war no mo Now that they know who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! Who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! [repeat] 20. Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

[Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash) [Verse 2] Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin' up out the capsule spot On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the

cops So my man got shot In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We ain't know them, but now we know better (55)Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back Believe that, now niggas know that he's back [Chorus] [Verse 3] I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it Parents warn their kids, about people like me I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo) 50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast Respect a nigga cash My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat Fuck the police, handle beef on the street On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they ain't hit me Word in the hood is 50, shifty Niggas they don't want to go against me Cause they know I hunt your ass alive

21. The Realest Nigga [Feat.Notorious BIG] - 50 Cent [Intro]Before Shots Queens you heard im a Florida boy but im gonna shout yall niggas out cause i got number love for New York niggas you heard(Haha!) [Intro] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot through shit And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (x2) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga

Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale, where the hand scales are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha [Chorus] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let them people fill you up wit octane I'm not playin Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass so propa' Theres no place like home, New York, New York I run this city, and now I dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really Pussy niggas get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!

Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! I got 50 Cent I got G-Unit D-Twizzy's in this bitch With Obie Triiiiice So watch what you say Before you call our name If you say one more thing It won't be nice [Verse: Eminem] Here we go I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jealous of us to love us You ain't it G-Unit made it And Obie's comin D-Twizzy's comin You sick to your stomach 50% is 50 Cent The other 50% is who's color skin it is Well if you're even considering takin our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit Then Im a flip Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you You think that Nike just made these into cleat

tennis shoes I don't know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me Ya'll tickle me pink I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga With a small pinch of Biggie Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon' kill yo fuckin' label fa sho Shady in the place to be seen And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT! Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS! hahaha shady records still aftermath and dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talkin cos we do, we see y'll but we just gonna sit back fo a minute and watch the fuck y'll do YOung Z 22. Heat - 50 Cent [Skit] "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"

"Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" [a car revs up] [gunshots] [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-dabox In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you

moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me [Chorus] [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains [Chorus] [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)

Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha 23. Fully Loaded Clip - 50 Cent [Intro] High-speed Ferrari movement 3rd lane switching lanes, what's up? Brooklyn, what's up? For rock, what's up? [Chorus] While Jay and Beyonce was (mm mm), kissin' I was cookin' one thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you, boo" I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when you see me I appear and disappear with the heater like Houdini They parry with bullshit - get you ass popped Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn I fire on you ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn

(anti-authority)I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box! That's how P. got knocked, that's how jewl got drop But Dre beat that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga You might learn a little summin' if you learn to stop frontin' My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in' I'm runnin' with the Dope-man [Chorus] When Janet and Jermaine was (mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you, boo" I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 2] Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'? Take grand and I fall better nigga, I ain't playin' I tryna git it, holla at me if you with it And lace up the chuckas, with can motherfuckers My stomach is growlin', they say that I'm willin' I'm doin' my numbers, I'm gittin' violent They hearin' me rap and they think that I'm playin' Till they see the barrel and they see the flame I need full co-operation man, give us the chain The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin' I fire that thing, it sound insane Holla, I got that nose candi mayne [Chorus] When Jeezy and Keysha was (mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen

When Trina was tellin' Wayne, "I love you, boo" she was just runnin' games, she told Buck that too I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Outro w/ ad-libs "I got - I got fully loaded clip"] Now nigga, let me show you what I do this right here! Now, the rugger hold 16! I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got that! One in the head, 'til it fell! I put another one in it the clip, I put it back! Let the bullets burn!

25. I Dont Need Em - 50 Cent [Intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh [Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks

A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [50 Cent] What, niggas yeah Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga Oh yeah That's what I thought so, pussy [Verse 2] niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta

I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [Outro] What? Who said they gonna do somethin' to me You must be out your rabbid ass mind Fuck around and kill one of these niggas 26. Rotten Apple - 50 Cent [50 Cent] I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin' Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down [50 Cent]

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down [50 Cent] In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should here they be sayin' man "50 be

flippin'" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich? I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That's how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down 27. Maybe We Crazy - 50 Cent [Intro 50 Cent] Yeah, uhu, let's take 'em there, yeah [Verse 1 50 Cent] Sonny did ten years in the fed joint, he half way out He aint home, his ass in a halfway house Correctional facilities don't correct shit Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit a shoot out in 89' fucked up how he walk He a grimey ass nigga, you should hear how he talk should shoot the shepard in the head and da sheep ill scatter, let niggas talk cause action is all that matters, I asked about Barnes he sucked his teeth and said he was soft, Said the boys up in Otisville was breakin him off can you picture him in the yard, niggas yokin

him up treatin him like a pin cushion, pokin him up He came home actin like he hard as fuck Must want a first class ticket to see god Uh huh he stick his chest out tellin' niggas he don't back down wait until he find out Sonnys back 'round [ChorusX2 50 Cent] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up, nigga front, that somethin gon go down, Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want, without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down [Verse 2 50 Cent] My nigga Los comin home soon he up there in Fort Dix It's on when he come home cause he can get 'nuff bricks I was young he taught me not to run, I popped my gun par You can ask Scarlata ??? and Amar them niggas used to hit banks back in the days they embedded in my brain young crime does pay New Cadillacs and Bonnevilles the very next day I just look and learn, I ain't have much to say Legs ill squeeze the life out you like a boa constrictor Fuck a headlock, im talking bout extortion nigga Apply pressure, its hot, get the fuck out the kitchen When niggas pay you every Friday you aint got to stick em At the dice game if Ace roll a six it's no problem But if he roll a ace he gon pull out and rob him losin, a little is alot, when niggas is starvin' Man the drama in my hood is goin down regardless [ChorusX2 50 Cent] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up, nigga front, that somethin gon go down, Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want,

without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down [Verse 3 50 Cent] Everbody know Education shot Jamal over short paper He on the run you want a nigga hit son he'll take it heard Wise got shot up over some punk shit In the club beefin' with niggas over some dumb bitch They say Willy was caked up off them credit card scams started a pyramid, the nigga took the money and ran Heard he was outta town ridin round in the pound Chrome spinnin' 545 I no lie ask how, Out on VA, Hampton homecoming he cruise by, He run in to the niggas that he beat, he gon die E mustve caught a jooks the D's flashin' his mugshot you know it's his M.O. to run up in them crack spots His sister, she aight, big hips, lil waist, big tits Pretty face, we fucked on the staircase Lisa thats my bitch she freak off with a nigga, shit Man I gotta call that bitch [ChorusX2 50 Cent] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up, nigga front, that somethin gon go down, Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want, without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down 28. Position Of Power - 50 Cent [Intro:] Ha, ha,ha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Ha, ha, ha [50 Cent:]

Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You're gonna make me get on some shit Run up on you quick What's up? You're whipped Aww nigga don't trip You're gonna get you monkey ass hit Run in you whip tryna fuck with my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip [Verse 1 - 50 Cent:] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, it's time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A nigga big as King Kong in the street now I do a little house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a little charm Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong [Chorus - 50 Cent:] Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power

You fuck around if you wanna [Verse 2 - 50 Cent:] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch Niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back Type shit you recline to in the Maybach I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryna move cane Make a little extra money on the side mayn I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves) I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack [Chorus - 50 Cent:] Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You fuck around if you wanna

29. Just A Lil Bit - 50 Cent (Intro) Yeah Shady Aftermath G-Unit unit [Verse 1] Damn baby all I need is a lil bit

A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back Girl shake that thang, yeah work that thang Let me see you go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang Can you make it go round and round I step up in the club, I'm like who you with G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you Better listen, when I talk,nigga don't trip Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil bit not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and ........ a lil bit (Verse 2) This is 50, comin' out your stereo hard to tell though coz I switch the flow eyez I lil low coz I twist the dro pockets on swell coz I move the o's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Now captain come on and save a hoe I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain Number one on the chart, all the time mayn When the kid in the house, I turn it out (6)Keep the dance floor packed, that's without a doubt And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn I get close enough to her so I know she can

hear System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and ........ a lil bit [Bridge] You know you got me feelin' right (ya heard me) My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me) I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me) Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon [Chorus x2] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and ....... a lil bit

30. Disco Inferno - 50 Cent [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake... shake... shake that ass girl. [Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga, I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker. Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that assss girl. I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh. (33)I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good? Outside, the Benz on dubs I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh. [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. [Verse 2] Let's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce wit me. Sip champagne and burn a little greenery. This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin wit a pro. I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'. Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor. Look homie I don't dance all i do is this. It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit. You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon. And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry

on. Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right, we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight. [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. [Verse 3] You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'. Uh-huh. Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes. U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah. Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain. G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch. Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot. Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco. Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go! [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. 32. Piggy Bank - 50 Cent [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end [Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg

Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine C'mon man, you know how I shine I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club" My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] Yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell (53)He don't want it with me, he in PC I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see Looked at a picture and said she looks like me

Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I'll give you what I got [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] Yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed [Outro- 50 Cent] Yeah Yeah Hahahaha Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin' You gotta do somethin' baby I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin' nigga everybody's listenin' Hahahaha I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that I mean damn rep your hood nigga nigga you hard right? Pop off Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone And tell the niggas I said grip up

niggas got a green light on these monkies Hahahaha

34. This Is 50 - 50 Cent "This Is 50" [Intro] This is 50 [Chorus] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 1] I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich Now what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks [Chorus x2] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 2] Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six

I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a jux and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib (58)nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips [Chorus x2] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Bridge] Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit [Outro] This is 50 Yeah nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah 35. In My Hood - 50 Cent [Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it

You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood [Verse 2] I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'

Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin' They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood [Verse 3] That house party off the hook, until the shots go off Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin' Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin' Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin' Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot] You know not to do good now [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood

A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood

36. How To Rob - 50 Cent "How To Rob" (feat. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P enough of that, shit, it's time to OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch

now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Cas like "Duke get on the ground" You ain't with Mary no more where gettin chips from now? I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son? [Madd Rapper] [(Chorus) 2x] This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down I figured it out Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass

don't wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+ I should rob Clue man his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios take niggaz jewels and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up Fuck the cab the coroners pickin him up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livin' I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] [chorus]

For real yo you know what I'm sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin around Track Masters ain't fuckin around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not 37. Im A Hustler - 50 Cent "I'm A Hustler" Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names [gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail Whos peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on chow lines An old timer schooled me said don't burn bridges my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word

Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve [chorus] (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack) [Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler] [3x] [chorus] (19)Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality The streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY [Chorus] They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always change I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat You can get him in the face dog or down his back All bullshit aside now its time to be honest

I fear no man for death is all thats promised I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names Skate to wait to date and the jake [chorus]

38. Forgive me 50cent


Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quicktempered, short-fused, and pissed at God Demons pullin at my soul 'til it's ripped apart Secret's out momma that fire I started it Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit What's positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up And a momma that don't show her son enough love Shit, that's why I run from my first son And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions I'm married to game, my mistress is fame My girl Paq the closest, she know I ain't gon' change Go insane in a world evil as ours I done shot at houses, people and cars The deeper the scars, the worst is the history God you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again.. and again [Proof] And most importantly I'm tryin to support my seeds Can't seem to get away from them courtin fees

Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly Breakin in houses of people who ain't got more than me Accordingly, I move in error Gotta face the fact though I can't fool this mirror Neglected my daughter and tryin to blame on how I was brought up like I'm a product of this environment, why ain't I shot up? Got up today like "Why you let me breathe again?" And with each breath I feel death is creepin in Thinkin sinners are winners and I'ma finish last My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs I did right by you but still you took Bugz Then caught me in adultery, fought me for not knowin through the dark streets you walked me, talked to me [Chorus] [Proof ] It's the bliss that's a rush so rush my wrists in the cuffs It's like a fight for yo' attention and love Speakin of Bugz, give me a hint from above If he not you know I wanna be sent when I'm done Kid outta wedlock so my lady's frontin I love Em, cause he gave me somethin A positive anything is better than a negative nothin I was on the edge of death ready to jump in It's hard when you can't find love anywhere And just because the reverend listen, don't mean he care Pops on crack with a sufferin past I dream in black and white, the world color me bad Other than sad, painful and stress Life is good with the webs that, tangle with death Control the border, control the school I have sinned amongst men and my soul is yours, yours

[Chorus - 2X] 39. "Fuck You" [Chorus: scratching] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x] Styles "I don't give a fuck" [3x] Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse] (31)Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em There's a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET'S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)] [Verse] Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine [Chorus (Different Variations)] [Verse] Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me The D's call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks

Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede" Talk'll get you shot in New York BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+ See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha [Chorus (Different Variations)] 40. Born Alone, Die Alone Performed by 50 Cent ChorusI came in this world by myself (uh huh) So i don't need no friends (nope) I rather have it this way (yeah) It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah) Cuz i can take you off here today I rather have it that way (uh huh) It's ok, it's ok (whooooo) VerseUh.. I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah) a hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face a million plus in the bank, wheels scuffing the paint (Oh!) you handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you all she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh) stick the heaters through, so we can party good rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood

the Boywonder will unravel your team i'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh) the booda is purple (uh) be rude and i'll hurt you (uh) you movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!) stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs i'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words i'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips you flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!) ChorusI came in this world by myself (uh huh) So i don't need no friends (nope) I rather have it this way It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah) Cuz i can take you off here today I rather have it that way (uh huh) It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!) VerseKeep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why) outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue) all i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh) ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha) income is my chain. stash pussy is my watch (huh) you fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh) all i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha) and i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line (23)keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine

drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit why don't you get off my dick... Bitch! ChorusI came in this world by myself So i don't need no friends (uh huh) I rather have it this way (uh) It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You motherfuckers gon' respect me Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh) I rather have it that way It's ok, it's ok OutroIt's ok nigga.. I don't need no friends.. I got money.. Hahaha G-Unit...!!!

MISSY ELLIOTT 5. I'm Really Hot - Missy Elliott [PRE-HOOK] oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot [1st VERSE] Let me holla' at the d.j. Come on d.j. put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay For them hatas fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M-I-S,Miss I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list Them otha' artist, I keep em' all restless I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent Vivica,we can share him like the president Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent Now watch how I do this shit [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] I'm really,really hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' [2nd VERSE] You don't know whatcha' talkin' bout You would think I was Sug when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Yall records make a bitch wanna' throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells Fly as hell and cool as ? Baby can't ya' tell

I lick my lips like I'm L.L. And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and doin' it well Straight to the hotel I'm celibate so, boy, you gets no tail Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear I play unfair I'm a hot gal Hot cars and stars and strip bars And ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa' You can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get chere [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] Look,let me move to the left Go head, let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show that d.j. how I shake my breast Jiggle,jiggle,jangle Watch how my gludius dangle I do a 1-2 step,STOP No,I ain't done yet Everybody in the club,go to work Tight jeans,crop shirts,short skirts I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurt I'm gonna' drop it on the street Yeah ya' heard Hatas' I flip the bird Got guns,so what,I ain't scurred I came to boogie and swerve I ain't lyin' folk that's my word [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot 6. 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix) Missy Elliott [Missy] Uhh, yo This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? AAAAOOW!!

[Missy] People, gangstas, and pimps and people Smokin that deeper reefer Up in the club wit speakers I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin needle Sweat till I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!! People go head and drink up Get in the club get fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks [Missy] The party's jumpin, I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin, way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music comes on, you take my breath away [HOOK:] This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down [Missy] I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling, and it's all over me I wanna dance with you, and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

[HOOK] [Missy] Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... [Eve] Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want Bouncer try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh [HOOK] 7. Pass That Dutch - Missy Elliott Intro] Listen up everyone! we have been just

informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - WHO-DIWHOOOO! Run for cover muthafucka.. WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hypnotic in my drink (that's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Chorus] (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on

Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause] "Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Chorus] [Interlude] Listen up muthafuckas, you have five seconds to catch your breath. Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings] [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing] [Chorus] [Outro] Pop that Pass tha dutch baby! Jiggle that fat 8. My Man - Missy Elliott You got you feel my man baby i want you love neo nae ge wa Oh yhea yhea yhea I got you not a friend gonna be you be cry gat go sip eun neo My Love

na waen ji mat ji anh eur geot man gat a seo jeong mal lo mae neo eopt da saeng gak haess eoss eo mwo geu ri jal nat neun ji neo mu twing gi neun de I Don't know I Don't know ne mam man jak ji man gung geum hae jyeo gung geum hae jyeo na eo di seo na on geu reon ja sin gam in ji a mu ri saeng gak hae do i hae ga an dwae ji man na do mol lae jip chag eul hae You got you feel my man baby i want you love neo nae ge wa Oh yhea yhea yhea I got you not a friend gonna be you be cry gat go sip eun neo My Love i sang hae nae ga neo mu i sang hae jyeoss eo si gye chu cheo reom ma eum i wat da gat da hae gwan sim eur jwo ya hal kka meot dae ro twing gyeo bol kka ol ttae kka ji gi da ril kka You got you feel my man baby i want you love neo nae ge wa Oh yhea yhea yhea I got you not a friend gonna be you be cry gat go sip eun neo My Love sa rang hae do doe get ni ga jyeo do doe get ni geu rae do doe get ni Oh Oh love is funny oh I get's i'm funny Oh Oh love is funny oh like you honey sa rang eur swip ge swip ge ha gi silh ji man ja kku man gip ge gip ge deur eo o neun neo nae mam e ssok deur eo wa na ga ryeo ha ji anh a i je na reur eo tteoh ge hae You got you feel my man baby i want you love neo nae ge wa Oh yhea yhea yhea I got you not a friend gonna be you be cry gat go sip eun neo My Love You got you feel my man baby i want you love neo nae ge wa Oh yhea yhea yhea

I got you not a friend gonna be you be cry gat go sip eun neo My Love

9. Lose Control - Missy Elliott Music make u lose control Music make u lose control [Fatman Scoop] Lets go Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Watch out now (music make u lose control) Misdemeanors in da house Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop [Missy Elliott] I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs in shape Rump shakin both wayz Make u do a double take Plan rocka show stopa Flo froppa head knocka Beat stalla tail droppa Do ma thang muthafukas Ma rose royce lamborghini Blu madina alwayz beamin Ragtop chrome pipes Blu lights outta sight Long weave sewed in Say it again sewed in Make dat money tho it n Booty bouncin gon hit [Missy Elliott & Ciara] Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz misdemeanor said so Everybody Everybody

Everybody [Missy Elliott] Everybody [Ciara] Well ma name is ciara 4 all u fly fellaz No 1 can do it betta [Missy Elliott] She'll sing on acapella [Ciara] Boy tha music Makes me lose control [Missy Elliott] We gon make u lose control And let it go 4 u kno U gon hit tha flo I rok 2 da beat till im tired (tired) Walk n da club it's fiya (fiya) Get it krunk and wired Wave ya hands scream louda If u smoke den fiya it up Bring da roof down Den holla If u tipsy stand up Dj turn it louda Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Hypnotic robotic This here will rock yo bodies Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Systematica static This hit be automatic Work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Do it right [Fatman Scoop] Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor [Missy Elliott & Ciara] Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz misdemeanor said so Everybody Everybody Everybody [Missy Elliott] Everybody [Fatman Scoop] Lets go [Missy Elliott] Everybody here Get it outta control [Ciara] Get yo backs off da wall) [Missy Elliott] Cuz misdemeanor said [Ciara] So Everybody Everybody Everybody [Missy Elliot] Everybody Get loose [Fatman Scoop] Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Putyo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Misdemeanors in da house Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house (music make u lose control) We on fiya We on fiya We on fiya We on fiya Now tho it gurl Tho it gurl

Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Yeah Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Lets go now lets go now lets go now Wooo lets go Should i bring it back right now Now bring it back now Woooo oohhh I see u c Now ima iam do it like c did Now shake it gurl Cum on and jus shake it gurl Cum on and jus shake it gurl Cum on and jus shake it gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Now bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Woooo woooo woooo Go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl lets go lets go lets go Wooo 10. Bad Man (feat. Vybz Cartel, M.I.A.) [Intro: Vybz Kartel] Yo, what some more feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)

Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem (?) boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)] (50)Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal [Bridge: Missy Elliott (Vybz Kartel)] Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) [Verse 3: M.I.A. (Missy Elliott)] (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they

I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes) Some people are rude on the low though Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] HA!!! Fire baby!!! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... 11. Ching-A-Ling The party is ending at 2 am... so whatever you must do... do it now! [Chorus:] Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (this is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (a Missy Exclusive) Thirsty, baby bring it over here, See my money maker, do my money maker, (crazy baby) See my money maker, do my money maker (serious man) (Reversed) (let's go!) [Verse 1:] M-I-S-E, Missy be a freak, Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep, Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze, Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks, Dudes don't speak when they look at my physique, French on my feet, cost about fifty, I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a

tree, I'm Ahamed Ali, cause I can sting like a bee, Whatchu know about that, So cute and fat, Let him hit it once, and watch the dude come back, Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack, Missy be a mack, that's a true fact [Chorus:] Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Thirsty, baby bring it over here, Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker, See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed) (I LIKE THIS) [Verse 2:] Big things pop, little things stop, If you talk a lot, in your mouth you get socked, Miss don't flop, cause I'm a get the props, (come on) House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot, Look at my watch, cost a whole lot, So iced out, you can't see it tick-tock, Yeah I'm so hot, and I can't be topped, Artist drop down like Michael Jackson socks, Got the game locked, make your body rock, If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock, You might get mopped like a floor, So don't walk, You don't need to spit, unless you live what you talk (Let's go) [Chorus:] Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Thirsty, baby bring it over here, Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker, See my money maker, do my money maker (serious mannn) (Reversed) [Verse 3:]

Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang, Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang, Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang, Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King, Boom, boom, shing, I shine like bling, bling, Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane, My flow so mean, if you know what I mean, So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring, Whatchu know about that, Talk like exlax, if ya game wack, Then you ain't sayin' jack, Just like that, ya, ya, to get axed, Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat [Chorus:] Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (crazy) Thirsty, baby bring it over here, Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (New MISSY) See my money maker, do my money maker, See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed) [Outro:] This is serious maaannnn! Soft hook, Whatchu know about that, Whatchu know about that, Whatchu know about that, (high-pitched) NOW WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar, I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh-huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green [CHORUS] Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. (WOO) I fall down, get up then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. 305-212-804, My cell (WOO) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. Hotel, motel, HolidayDon't playround the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (AAH) What them haters say? Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh-huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray,

12. Click Clack Music... WOOO When I walk up in the club, they be pushin' Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo)

Knuckles all up in your face. [CHORUS] I block-a block-a, Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click hear my-Click-click. 2 snaps, you hit, then I-click-click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, catch me in your man grill. My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick. I click-click, and if you doubt me then I-Click - click. (Uh-huh) Smack them boys, I will destroyHit, hit, straight down and split-split ya boy. I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks You get your ass bit, Don't make me have toClick-click [CHORUS] [FADE 13. Dangerous Mouths (feat. Redman) [Missy] Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin

I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, its mwa the donwan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you

from the vine To my um blada a boom glada [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car [Missy] I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, BITCH! Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out

Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me [Verse Two:] You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door [Chorus] [Verse Three:] To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello [Chorus] [Verse Four:] (43)I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door [Missy Talking:] Fucker Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody

16. Don't Be Commin' (In My Face) [Verse One:] You never know a good thing till I'm gone You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay [Chorus:] Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you

Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man Fuck you Alright, I'm out 17. Don't Be Cruel [Beenie Man] zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom! (come on) [Missy Elliott] Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em [Monica] Ooh u turn me on,so boy don't lye I will never ?? so don't try U all I want,like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard,like I wish U would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Monica] Don't get me wrong, that's just me, I just want U to be all U can be like in the army, Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to U is don't be cruel [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [talking-Missy]

Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll, this is for all the fly sexy people, so when I say get out on the floor, go to the floor, dance I said [Bridge-Beenie Man] Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man,run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head, Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man,run get ya rag (yea) ?? every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Beenie Man] Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl, Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy, Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy, While ya on break let yo kitty air, Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier Girl U bout to explode ya frontier Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer See ya kno ya can olly-wa Early heard I came here wit cha, Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo Let's show'em how to punk dem out Max'em out like mercurtic kwa I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog Burn U a ? [bridge-Beenie Man] Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head,

Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) ?? every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good 18. Funky Fresh Dressed (feat. Ms. Jade) [Intro: Missy] This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) [Verse 1: Missy] It's very necessary, on the contray No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category

Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried [Chorus] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Verse 2: Missy] (10)Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money (5)You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' [Repeat Chorus] [Break: Timbaland] C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon

Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon [Beat changes] [Verse 3: Ms. Jade] I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He would swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with young duck Please do not try to fuck with young duck [Beat switches back to original] [Repeat Chorus]

Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic [Chorus] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse Two:] Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) [Chorus] [Verse Three:]

20 . Gettaway (feat. Nicole, Space) [Verse One:] Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing

We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A (41)A dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars [Chorus] My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long [repeat]

Holla at ya peoples Oh! C'mon Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy Very charming (46)He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun

24. Let Me Fix My Weave What's up motherfuckers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids

Fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy 'cause your child support money don't fix my weave and you know nigga please me no fuck for free." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all "ooh-in" Moan he was grown He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys 'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

To the heavy weave cities Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the projects To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard 25. Slap! Slap! Slap! (feat. Da Brat, Jade) [Verse 1: Missy] Me and my clique Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celva Yall wack MC's , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em [Chorus Missy (Timbaland)] Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy (Nigga,Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy) [Verse 2: Missy] Yall lil' Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga?" Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga Turn your man to a ass-licker Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em [Chorus Missy (Timbaland)] Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto

(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto) [Verse 3: Da Brat] You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I don't give a fuck if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dick I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What I'm post to do, starve for you This ain't ??, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rule I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too Fuck wit me you lose Step to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy Roll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit me Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heat It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me,I permentaly Damage they shit internally And Slap!Slap! Slap! em right across the melon [Timbaland] Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy [Verse 4: Jade] I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G. I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy

Smack the shit out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen, early I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen [Timbaland] Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy 26. Slide My twinkies looks stanky on the benz and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper and even they the ball player from the lakers now faker taker maker holla at cha later shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs that's the way a real diva like to floss it but a car no matter what it costess of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is I'ma drive and you walkin that's why you talkin see the chrome spinning on the wheel stop jockin' I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke if I had to be your ho so po' Missy on the rise like the sun if you think that I'm done I ain't even begun Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit 15's putting holes in you back kit bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom don't it sound so fantastic my lamborghini disappear like houdini 2 20 cant see me in a bottle like a genie Teenie, Weenie Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties.

Now here's a freebie I'ma let you see my on t.v. except that my emmy autogrammy in miama I hit you with the 1-2 whammie you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties and i don't give a shit if you can stare me cause I is what I is and what I am is like my mamey and I don't mean to sound to peti but they used to call me fatty till I got with puff daddy Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around My rims keep turnin and turnin tires burnin through queens and mouths burning (rrrr) and yes it's my concern that you chain platinum or is it really sterlin'? I'm old school, I rock da sherlin from new jers. heard all the way to berlin and as for certain behind every curtain there's a snake bitch lerkin and she about to catch a hurtin mr. moles on da beats and missy be the beats behind the beats my record sales don't jump and do leaps and while you sleep i'm on the grind as a creep Sho-creep! I got puma's on my feet fresh gear, eryday all week you know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap underground like the streets (oh-oh) Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around

Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco [singing] Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-rrrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it

31. The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) (feat. Timbaland) (rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)

be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uhhuh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (say what? uhhuh, uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (yeah) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky [singing] I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (against my window) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) [singing] 'gainst my window (what?) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uhhuh) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?)

[singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?) [singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! [singing] 'gainst my window (huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) [singing] 'gainst my window (yo) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) [singing] 'gainst my window (break it down baby) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) [singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) [singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [ fades out ] 32. They Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Me (feat. Timbaland) [Intro: Missy] Damn, he he he Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh [Verse 1: Missy] The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay

[Verse 2: Timbaland] We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) [Verse 3: Missy] I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh [Outro: Missy] Hey, yo Timbaland Yo, I'm a just (sue) Dance a little bit You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you? He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is bangin by its self Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want [5X]

Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want [3X] Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me [Missy talking to fade] 33. Time And Time Again The things you said to me Can't make or break me Everything you've bought I give back absolutely everything And, I am through with you You and your crazy moods You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitudes I deserve the finer things The joy that love brings And you'll be missin' my kisses' And makin' love, see I'm better off alone Can't wait 'til you get gone Ain't no need to keep hoping 'cause it's over and done [Hook-2 Times] Why do you keep coming back time and time again? You promised me you'd change your ways time and time again I heard the same ol' lyin from you time and time again And why I take you back? because I cannot change a man No use in talkin', better get to walkin' Better get them chicks who turn tricks 'Cause I'm just too smart, man I hate men who lies who looks me in my eyes Come up with alibis for the thousandth time I won't take bullshit Leave ya ass with the quickness Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone Boy I'm through with you No more to say or do

'Cause you're too confused And it's over and done [Hook-2 Times] [Rap] I be comin' with a rap on a ballad You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots 'Cause you know I blow ya mind anytime that I rhyme And I be down for a challenge I'm wicked I-C-K icked And I twist a twisted From coast to coast I brag and boast I'm better than most insufficient I got that good love That goody goody good love That poody poody pusha Slick talkin' sista to any nigga that wanna get with her Don't ever diss her M dot S E [Talks] And let me stop playin' with y'all motha fuckas This aint no rap record get back to the hook [Hook-2x]

Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good [Hook - Missy Elliott + {Timbaland}] Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up 'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club [Hook] [beat stops, needle crackling] [Missy talking] You know, Down South chicks got big asses and we a little heavy sometime, but when you're from the South, we don't call that "fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho [scratching, beat starts again]

40. "Pump It Up" (feat. Nelly) [Missy Elliott {Nelly}] Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire {What you talkin' about, girl?} Let's make it hot for the clubs {Missy!} Wooooo! ["This is fire!" cut and scratched] [Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!) (62)Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club

[Verse 3 - Nelly] Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick" You know, make you climb the walls and shit I make her wanna press pause and shit Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties They was doing that before I had them grammys I get a little freaky when I'm in Miami I may act a little freaky but I still got manners It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor Both going down, there's just to many heaters Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin' Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me? You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me" You struggle to recoup I struggle on which Coup' to ride in [Missy] See how we be stylin'? [Hook] ["This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade] SNOOP DOGG 2. Gin And Juice feat. Dat Nigga Daz Snoop Dogg *man pissing* Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up (42)Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long nigga Verse One: Snoop With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)

and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Chorus: repeat 2X Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Verse Two: Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the DO-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just Chorus Verse Three:

Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray (12)And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' And I'll be Chorus Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Take this drink, then hit this weed Two step wit me, let's slip to the dance floor On and on and on and on we go I'll dip you if you want me to You see I really wanna get a little front wit you, bigidy bump wit you A nigga wanna hump you and then just comfort you And then I'll pop the top and lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot Yeah yeah, it's all to the real We could do it like Guy, c'mon girl "Let's Chill" [Chorus] [Verse - Snoop Dogg] Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P D-O double G-Y Now don't ask why, just keep looking good in the hood Damn girl, you so fly! We could do what you want to You say you drink Alize or was is it Malibu? It don't really matter though You remind me of the time when I had a hoe She kept telling me Doggy Dogg I gotta go So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend 2 plus 2, it equals 4, this is some shit that could last forever more I'm trying to put my bid in, naw I'm just kidding Come on ma get in, and don't ask where we going Pimping and hoeing, drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it c'mon! [Chorus] [Verse - Snoop Dogg] I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes Checking out your hips, lips, tits and your thighs I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time You make a pimp wanna sing I - I - I We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill We could do it how you want, cause I'm oh so real

5. Let's Get Blown (Feat. Pharrell Williams) - Snoop Dogg [Chorus - Pharrell Williams & Vanessa Marquez] [V] Can I get my thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on [V] Can I get my thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on Let's get bloooooowwwnnnn.. let's get blooooooowwwnnnn.. [Verse - Snoop Dogg] Looking at the ladies, all of them fly I don't know which one I want dawg I can't make up my mind, girl So won't you make it easy on me?

Tell me you, naw I won't squeal You wit Da Big Bo$$ Dogg so seal the deal Pharrell got the Babyface and Dogg got the Whip Appeal, so name the place This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop [Chorus] [Outro - Pharrell & Snoop] You know you want it!! (if I got it I'ma give it to you) So come and get it!! (if I got it I'ma give it to you) If I got it (if I got it I'ma give it to you) (Then you can get it) Ya know! Hey!!! Oh!! (End - Vannessa) Can I get my thrills? .. Can I get my thrills? 6. Drop It Like It's Hot (Feat. Pharrell Williams) - Snoop Dogg [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at yea Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on [Verse - Pharrell Williams] Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get

ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat (66)So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Not a fact, you should take four B And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P [Chorus] [Verse - Snoop Dogg] I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ [scratches] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo [Chorus] [Verse - Snoop Dogg] I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back? AK47 now nigga, stop that! Cement shoes, now I'm on the move You're family's crying, now you on the news

They can't find you, and now they miss you Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to Subscribe nigga, get yo issue Baby come close, let me see how you get loose! [Chorus] [Outro] snooooooooooooooooop snooooooooooooooooop 7. Murder Was The Case (Death After Visualizing Eternity) Feat. Dat Nigga Daz Snoop Dogg Ay ay Jaycee Sup Aron? Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? That that nigga with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga Nigga roll up on the side of him man Roll your window down Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, OK there you go Ay man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop? Huh? Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man he's Snoop Dogg Man fuck that nigga!! *gun shots* Nigga man! Get that nigga man! Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck (67)What set you got now? Fuck you nigga! Yeah nigga, whassup? Nigga? Yeah motherfucker Yeah nigga, one less nigga Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now

Verse One: As I look up at the sky My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin I stop breathin, damn I see deamons Dear God, I wonder can ya save me I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby I think it's too late for prayin, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin "Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better" How long will I live? "Eternal life and forever" And will I be, the G that I was? "I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son" My eyes are closed Chorus: Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Verse Two: I'm fresh up out my coma I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet And everything that nigga said, came to reality Livin like a baller loc Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El DoRad "Just remember who changed your mind Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the lord, my soul to take No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe 25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggaz stare as I enter the center They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cuz you can't tell what's next My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twentytwo I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Chorus 2X

with us Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna smoke with us Doggy Doggfather I do it to you real hard then it gets hot, it's nada Thang on mine, bang on mine (52)I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo So quit knockin at my window, you nympho Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up Put it on the table, now break it up Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it It really don't matter what you spent on it As long as you're gettin what you paid for That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for? (chorus) Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? Snoop Dogg Smoke till your eyes get cataracts Snoop Dogg You've got a girl lay her on her back Snoop Dogg Millionaire, makin that paper stack Snoop Dogg (Snoop) You play me and I'll play you You pay me and I'll pay you Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong This aint your thang, this my song Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar Valet my keys, and park my car No snap shots, cuz I might get popped As I slide by security, givin 'em props First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin We be sippin, in the corner With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard Little mama don't you start (chorus)

10. Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee (repeat x2) (Snoop Dogg) Me and my partner, in my impala Poppin' on collars, tossin up dollars A truck on the side of us but who wanna fuck

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee (x2) (Snoop) Tick tock, the ice on my watch Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock But the party don't stop till we blow up Now every little nigga wanna show up Manuev'in to this, groovin to this Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this Ain't no skippin to this, trust this Bust this, it's too hot to touch this He say, she say, I say no way Don't need foreplay, ok, obey Everything that I say And every day'll be like a holiday I put you in the front seat of my car And roll you round town like a superstar Recline your seat and turn up the beat Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin backstreets (chorus x2) 11. For All My Niggaz & Bitches Feat. Tha Dogg Pound & The Lady Of Rage - Snoop Dogg Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker] Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker] So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! Chorus: repeat 2X So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt Now on a one, two, three who could it be Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninetythree So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe with the beat flossin off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up Now check it, it's a pile full o niggaz like those who supposed to be the shit, but steady bitchin like hoes (Yes y'all) I'm a Dogg (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dissed? Before they say, So wheres that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass Chorus Verse Three: Kurupt You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick The kinpin of the clique, top notch 17 shot Glock cocked, so all niggas drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice

like 2Pac (plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin em They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin [Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah [Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows] (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) [Drop to your knees like a dog in heat] Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques Chorus Verse Four: Rage Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down And that's 175 pounds of beef beatin yo' ass down to the concrete Fool, act like ya know I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so What's a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do? [Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz

when times get ruff, my [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why? [Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck Chorus

13. Doggy Dogg World Feat. Tha Dogg Pound & The Dramatics - Snoop Dogg Intro: We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is TaaDow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive (36)I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the biggest sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes

Speakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you gots the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint? (60)You's a flea... and I'm the Big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y Chorus: It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Verse Two: Kurupt

slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanatory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you? You fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like ODog Chorus Verse Three: Daz

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homie Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China Ya never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my Dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin now (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus 14. Pump Pump Feat. Lil Malik a.k.a. Lil Hershey Loc - Snoop Dogg *static* Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump Pump Pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this Chorus: (repeat 2X) Blam blam, blam till dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) Verse Two: Snoop Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that

a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound Chorus Verse Three: Malik Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the whoride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot

Chorus 15. Gangsta Luv - Snoop Dogg "Gangsta Luv" (feat. The-Dream) Radio Killa, Big Snoop D O dub The American Dream Ayo nephew, come up off them keys Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let 'em know how we feelin' right now Every time I go around, shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that She make it do what it do when we doin' What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that And every night her body gets strapped how 'bout That gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her Blowin' trees, summer breeze, sippin' Corona Lost dog I give it to her right and she like it She on the hip like a psychic, izzy One of the coolest of fool on the flow I whispered in her ear, come here you ready to go? I bowled up a winna and put it up in the air Got that low dress on you comin' up outta there, yeah She like that, you like that You say you bite, well, I bite back And I'm all go, we can do it till tomorrow I beat it up like Harpo Snoopy, I go hard, baby, yes Kissin' on yo' chest and I'm diggin' out your

stress I won't stop till yo' finished But you ain't felt love till a gangsta get up in it, Dream Every time I go around, shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that She make it do what it do when we doin' What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that And every night her body gets strapped how 'bout That gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love She always cold in the middle of the night 'Cause I'm a dogg, I'm a give her what she like She say my name loud, I say her name low That's what I aim fo', that's how the game go Baby like the way I wake her up 'Cause I'm a gangsta, I grab her by the butt Pull her to my side, I'm in deep Woke that ass up just to put her to sleep Everyday is the same thang, I creep in It's like true blood, I sink my teeth in I gotta have it, the LB raisement We was taught to dig 'em down crazy Lights out, I'm so lit Mama's so gone, daddy won't quit I won't stop till you're finished But you ain't felt love till a gangsta get up in it, Dream Every time I go around, shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that She make it do what it do when we doin' What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that And every night her body gets strapped how 'bout That gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta

Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love This the life that you show The loop, the coop, the grows Anything goes It's so good got her wigglin' her toes The boss, the dream The floss, the cream The trips overseas All these things really don't mean a thing When I'm tearin' that ass up workin' you like a shift I give it to you like a gift You hear what that boy say, you wouldn't jack, give it up fast Then I hit it from the back Snoopy you're so good, she screamin' and I like that girl She off in another world I ain't stop till you're finished She love this gangsta especially when I'm in it, Dream Every time I go around, shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that She make it do what it do when we doin' What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that And every night her body gets strapped how 'bout That gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love 17. Gangbang Rookie - Snoop Dogg Im not down with the republic party or the democratic party

I represent the gangsta party The gangsta party? Yes Sir. I aint no gangbang rookie on the gangbang fool me Im a boss right here on the west ..is my home which rollin with my blue ..on my neck Girl, come fuck with Snoop, sign up on my team theres a little room left, Girl, you heard on my songs, steady .., steady.., dont get your ass left, .. in the move nigga, now got and hit the ..with the news nigga I got some advice for you niggers, you wanna be in the league .. Twistin up the old G, about the whole P, until I .. D, They all come, they all wanna see, all lovin me, you all niggers wanna be (Snoop, Snoop) Even blood fuck occurs, I hate the club, theyre all showing me love, They like Snoop Dog. Girl I wanna an autograph, so put the I just laugh while Im twistin bad bitches kissin .. till they get in trouble .. I aint no gangbang . ..trickin on a set I got a whole partyice cold diamonds on my chest They see my whole team bugging, not in me mugging But that no meant Cuz if theres problem I put the problem solved, I call the put the end to all this drama, get the euros, Get the dollars, .. get in common, Its time to get this change just like Obama But Im gonna stay the same on my mother fucker mama. Snoop, Snoop, Snoop, Snoop, . Twistin up the old G, about the whole P, untill I .. D, They all come, they all wanna see, all lovin

me, you all niggers wanna be (Snoop, Snoop) Even blood fuck occurs, I hate the club, theyre all showing me love, They like Snoop Dog. So what I .give me Yeah you all know what it is, I aint no gangbang rookie Ill be shopping on the .for some rainbow fuck with All G with the young men, .who I fuck with When I was young my mum said I looked like..Snoop And we ride in the club, Ima take you to You like to Im in the club with ..Snoop. Snoop, Snoop. 18. I Don't Need No Bitch - Snoop Dogg [Verse 1 Snoop Dogg] My mama told me never ever trust one, bust one and break em Be about your paper nigger take it Everydays a hustle, got these haters at my neck Suckers tryna get a check Boss dogg does it, hoes wanna call what it wasnt Tryna kiss a nigger all in public, bitch, is you crazy? I preach pimping not pussy, shit I heard it all before I aint no motherfucking rookie Im a long beach, grown twenty? playa bout his gs I aint tripping off these walls You know these rats is after cheese Messing with my focus, the locust on his grind They be focus on his dick and keep your focus off my time Stay in the lane that I made for you to chill Until then its been real, I gotta handle business And you I know were in it, see tripping gets you nowhere Cause bitch Im on that

[Chorus] I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin and calling my phone, always lying I dont need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch dont even try it Im out here grinding, that's why I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch. [Verse 2 - Devin the Dude] We used to rock to the rhythm that didnt stop Now you telling me I need to be getting out and go find me a bitch Cause its over and through But why do I need a bitch when I got you I dont mean it like it sounds, but we used to be a team Yo, we used to have a dream yo, we used to put our things together Now its dividing, hiding, bottled up negative feelings inside These bitches, they come a dime a dozen F-ck one that once sucked my dick and find another (bitches) I dont need em, dont buy em nothing to drink, I dont feed them (bitches) Never mind them, I stay in front, I used to chase behind them No, I dont wine and dine them (bitches) [Chorus] I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin and calling my phone, always lying I dont need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch dont even try it Im out here grinding, that's why I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch. [Verse 3 Snoop Dogg] Hell no, I dont need one And all that talking and fussing bitch you can miss me I put these size twelves down on a 10 speed Before I let a bitch get the best of me I dont need no bitch bitch bitch The recipe for danger, phone checking, the recipe for anger

Im from a gang but I dont wanna bang ya And I can tell how you tell all your friends about my Benz and my ears? bitch Really Im the perfect stranger, which turned you to the perfect stalker Body like miss parker, maybe get little darker But Ima have to pass on that ass you was too much in the first place Never understood when it was work day And then she all up on your boy in the worst way You need to detox, bitch see Dr. Dre Cause crazy aint gonna get it, and tripping get you nowhere Cause bitch Im on that, bitch Im on that [Chorus] I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin and calling my phone, always lying I dont need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch dont even try it Im out here grinding, that's why I dont need no bitch, bitch, bitch. You need to quit talking crazy I dont need no bitch You need to quit talking crazy 20. Step Yo Game Up (Feat. Lil Jon, Trina) - Snoop Dogg Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box but I've been milking and boxing these bitches cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean [Chorus] What you lookin' at (step yo game up!) What you waitin' for (step yo game up!) Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!) Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!) You a kid (step yo game up!)

You drink gin (step yo game up!) Is that your friend (step yo game up!) Tell a nigga you with you better (step yo game up!) [Lil John] [x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up [x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker [x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch [x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little bigger [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick It's cool, go on and break fool if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious [Chorus] [Trina] P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop

Same nigga talkin' all that shit Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything I know you like me when I drop it down low Show it from the back, look back, let it roll Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal But that's for fucking with a miami girl Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want [Chorus] [x8] Chuuurch, preach, Tabernacle [Chorus] 21. The Bidness - Snoop Dogg hey what's up my nigg? shit just chillin what's happenin? shit man what you up to? shit not too much hey you aint seen that nigga snoop? man hell no I been callin that nigga since Starsky and Hutch. i aint gonna call that nigga no more, man oh like that? man for real man I aint buyin the new album either, I'm gonna download that mutherfucker for free, let that nigga know when I see em man shit there he go right there huh? i don't say much i don't say alizee no i don't say dutch keep your hands off until I say ok touch i never come off tacky, i'm a boss exactly i'm like the slick suit snooper fly versace conversation flashy, y'all niggas can't match me i talk to you slow so your game can roll

take advice from a player don't love her just play her boy I never could dare to pay double the fare man I swear to God there's going to be some trouble in here before I pay that bitch, I'm like a bossy hog half dog half gorilla bitch donkey kong niggas thirst for holes I got a thirst to ball tryin to knock a pimp's hustle be the first to fall fuckin with a 150 whole can of vodka mixed with gang bang gotta program like pappa (hey hold up, homie) i'ma do you a favor let this pimpin save ya leave that bitch alone the homies call her misbehavior boy you move too fast, done too much talkin i'm too much walkin the one who keep hoes hawkin dont fuck with snoop too much cause he goes off when niggas mouth too much, so please no flossin i step up quicker, cause the game don't pause i gotta stay sucker free cause it ain't no laws dig this ya'll that's the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hustle im splendid man PA perfect attendence man cause i'm a boss Yea, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy and if you fuckin with that i i, i know, i i i i know you gonna dig this i had to tell you the truth homie but you got mad yea I hurt your feelings fuck it it's too damn bad i'm a major player, i got major game I might floss a different bitch but the pimpin the same i ain't got time for no haters, i lay em flat on their back im from the dog pound homie i don't fuck wit them cats I fuck with niggas who be bustin the shots i'm talkin long beach, engelwood, compton, watts close your chops, i knows your spots, keep

talkin nigga i'll expose your nots you ain't ready for daddy boy i do this for fun it's like you vs. kobe ballin one on one you aint got no chance, you aint got no fans, i kick the shit out you punk look mama no hands i'm not a holy roller but I pray so hard, help me I'm sendin these bitch niggas straight to God shit I'm too damn grown conversation is short while your talk is funnny jack i talk with money keep the ching on bling, the rock is sunny for you smart mouthed bitches I ain't that dummy (hell no, he replied) that's the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hustle i'm splendid man PA perfect attendence man let me tell you somethin that's the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hustle im splendid man PA perfect attendence man that's the bidness, that's the bidness, that's the bidness, can I get a witness that's the bidness, that's the bidness, can I get a witness 23. Tha Shiznit - Snoop Dogg

real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Verse Two: Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg is on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! Verse Three:

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the

Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you

with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them B's on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission

25. Serial Killa - Snoop Dogg [Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz

or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa 26. Upside Down - Snoop Dogg "Upside Down" (feat. Nipsey Hussle, Problem) [Intro] YEAH! Aight Bigg Dogg It's 'bout that time

You got a cup or bottle or blunt in your hand Follow directions please Let's, GO! [Problem] Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down [Snoop Dogg] Mm... the Boss in the buildin Try to turn it on you get offed in this buildin Higher than a muh, gettin lost in the feelin Motherfuck the law, I got a ball for the chil'ren Nigga - drunk than a bitch though 'Fore I hit the spot I had a bottle full of Cisco Ate the kush and a model in a trenchcoat A Crip with a lot of cash, check on how the wrist roll Baby saw it in my eyes and she knew that I was lookin at her Ain't a chance to get her, I can M-I crooked letter If she with a nigga I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her throwin up the E once the D get to cookin in her (Eastside!) Yeah - so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C. Regulatin on any hatin I see Some'n good in your hands then repeat after me [Chorus: Problem] Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down FUCK IT UP! And turn them thangs upside down FUCK IT UP! And turn them thangs upside

down FUCK IT UP! Upside down - FUCK IT UP! Upside down FUCK IT UP! [Problem] Yea, yea Damn fool, you could see it in my face though I'm shittin, I'm shittin what I ate hoe Fuck that, I'm drinkin 'til I throw up Turn like a mug, c'mon whole hood showed up [Snoop Dogg] Bang to the boogie, keep a thang in my Dungarees Bailin through the Eastside, feelin like a younger G Eatin like a muh, but I'm so so hun-g-ry I dare one of these young dumb fucks to try and fuck with me Fucka - I'm back to the party Marley, Bacardi, shawty, gnarly Becky, and Vicky, beggin me to give me hickeys Through my Dickies [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Lil' mama tryin to show the Dogg her G-string while she sang ain't "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" A nigga throwin signs tryin to let me know that he bang Like I give a motherfuck what he claim Ay - your nigga better chill doggy 'Fore I treat him like a old bitch and menopause him I'll stop your ass right there I swear had homies on your head like hair Homie I ain't thinkin, I'm too busy drinkin Plumber of the month, mami show me where your sink is So I can get to uncloggin I hope that lil' cat ready for this Bigg Dogg and WOOF! [Chorus] [Problem] Pause... pause... pause...

[Nipsey Hussle] Look, I'm just a young nigga in the biz with mo' enemies than friends Get no money goin out, but I got it comin in And nah, I ain't a G but every day that's what I spend I get paid to drop a verse, for 16 I need ten End.. all the speculation Them pre-conceived notions got me overcompensatin And for you slow niggaz that mean not been concentratin I'm shittin on these records while you rappers constipated Uhh, it's get money, fuck haters Me and hip-hop is like Chucks and blue laces Me and Snoop Dogg is Sir Charles and King David With Problem we all ballin like the '09 Lakers Yeah, it's Terrance Martin on the track And I'm that young nigga droppin crack backto-back My album on the way and I ain't worried 'bout the stats But I could tell you how the streets gon' react They gon' say 27. Pronto - Snoop Dogg "Pronto" (feat. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) What it do, Coming at you live, its your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at them nephew. You digg [Chorus] Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin tall While your money sittin small.

Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll Im callin up my boyz, theyre gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzzore Sizzz-ore Step on the scene, make the haters say dammit. Soulja Boy Tell Em hottest rapper on the planet. Ya girl love me and I know you cant stand it. Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanin. Ya girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo. Soulja number one but I aint talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss (yeah) Im the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P [Chorus] Pronto, Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin tall While your money sittin small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll Im callin up my boyz, theyre gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzzore Sizzz-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth, Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out, nigga what you talking about, snoop dogg walk it out, Go to work, do the jerk, do it till your head hurt we the west, just the turf, known throughout the universe Superman and Kryptonite all on the same mike Send us some bad bitches like

[Chorus] Pronto, Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin tall While your money sittin small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll Im callin up my boyz, theyre gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzzore Sizzz-ore Mike check 0 1 2 3, I dont freestyle cuz my style aint free! Lyrical criminal most have battled for national, Soulja no limit but I'm not talking bout Master P (50)Im in my tour bus a lot and groupies in back of me Every boyll shoot interview, video, shoot a magazine My flow is so sick, the number one off of iTunes My flow, quick, can lay you quicker than the fuckin swine flu [Chorus] Pronto, Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin tall While your money sittin small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll Im callin up my boyz, theyre gonna bring the noise (51)When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzzore Sizzz-ore All black let it up, nigga we can get it up ya, you can set it up cuz we will neva let it up and Ill do it till you get enough, and i beat you dead and red and stuff what it do, what it is, I see you havent read enough this is the life I chose for me and this is the

way I chose to be A lot of fools is holding me but thats just the way its supposed to be Never win, against the grain, always playing 20 games Stand for something dawg or you gonna fall for anything but later for that Yeah, I got my swag back, Im with the Soulja Boy, that nigga bad, back But them GCs and TCs begin the VIP, blowin on some liquor, purple trees Jerkin knees, workin these cute bad bitches I think they bent their knees, we gonna get them for their cheese Break it down, spread it round, five pound Put it in the air, right now like pronto [Chorus] Pronto, Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin tall While your money sittin small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll Im callin up my boyz, theyre gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzzore Sizzz-ore Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching 35,000 feet Hope youre enjoying your ride through Wonderland I am your flight attendant Boss Lady Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright position And please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop Thanks for flying the friendly skies with your friendly captain Snoop D-O-double-G aka The Homey 30. Neva Have 2 Worry - Snoop Dogg Snoop Dogg] 1992, "Deep Cover" hit the world and fell in love with Snoop

"Doggystyle" came out, it's like I dropped a bomb One of the greatest hip-hop records of all time I was young gettin' money, livin' wild and free Got on and I brought the whole Pound with me Didn't matter who's around, I kept it way too G Niggaz knew it was Eastside L.B.C. Gangsta shit, that's what a motherfuckin' gangsta get The one up above didn't like my pace I was movin' too fast and I caught that case I fought that case, wonder where the West would be if I'da lost that case I slow mine down, swimmin' with the sharks and I almost drowned [Chorus] I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin' down I'm too high in the clouds To ever have to worry 'bout that [Snoop Dogg] I'm finally out And the critics hated on me 'cause I went to the South Said I wasn't gon' shine, had me left for dead Switched sides, now my old boss want me dead Dropped the first of the three and you said it was weak "No Limit Top Dogg", the return of the beast So from that point on I know what to do Don't worry 'bout them just do what you do "Last Meal" was the one that took me off the leash That's the last time a nigga gon' eat off of me Stack plaque after plaque, gain millions sold I'm the Bo$$ of this bitch and I ain't never went Gold, nigga [Chorus] I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought I'd make this far?

Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin' down I'm too high in the clouds To ever have to worry 'bout that [Snoop Dogg] Bo$$ of the City, Bo$$ of the Coast Some other niggaz tried but none of 'em come close They stuck lookin' silly, but nothin' like a loc The Bigg Bow Wow, I kill it with one stroke (Wow!) That's what it's about They tryin' to tell a nigga what could come out his mouth Motherfucker I'm a G, but first I'm a man Freedom of Speech, bitch is a word you can't ban So they blamin' me, sayin' this my talk to some women as hoes, like it's my fault Damn they lost, man they just don't know That a bitch is a bitch, and a hoe is a hoe Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk I'm gon' be smokin' dank, livin' like a boss Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk I'ma be smokin' my dank, livin' like a boss, nigga [Chorus] I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin' down I'm too high in the clouds To ever have to worry 'bout that 31. Boss' Life - Snoop Dogg ft. . Akon [ Snoop Dogg ] Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life So many niggaz wanna play but still got dues to pay

Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life (39)Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's And the G's puttin work in overseas At ease with the Doggy and smoke some weed Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me Baby this is presidential really A pocket full of women understanding how I'm living Show them hoes how you winning It's the beginning with the pearls you're given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, it's +Many Men+ They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs Then the hoes, then the clothes, I'ma have to let 'em go You know how the Dogg roll.. don't get it twisted 'Cause he bang out the East just in case you wanna visit A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin pimpish And it's comin from the Beach where them niggaz is a beast But I just listen, all that shit is in my past I'm connected to the purse first nigga.. the ass last From Long Beach to Venice is the premise Want the green like spinach and I'm strong to the finish [ Chorus: Akon ] See me man, I'm nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin Me, I'm ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin I'm livin that boss' life (life) The hoes come runnin when they see me comin I'm livin that boss' life (life) You can have anything just don't fuck with my money (my money) [ Snoop Dogg ]

This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South Khaki's and them Tim's and them niggaz with the platinum mouths Thinkin that they blessed by the actions that be comin out When you in Magic City you be carrying a lot of clout But trickin ain't the route (route), that's even if you got it There's a method to you holdin it when they can't do without it Just put the key up in it nigga if she 'bout it You can have her and her partner, fuckin with it for a dolla If she a balla, she gon' ride with a shot caller Roll with the Bo$$ Dogg in the back of a blue Impala And if she follow.. then she gon' swallow All the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow But I would never bother breakin out (Tha Doggfather) 'Less I knew that she was 'bout him, havin diamonds on his collar I'm just an author, spreading game to my partners Walkin on the blue carpet with the Doctor (Doctor) [ Chorus ] See me man, I'm nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin Me, I'm ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin I'm livin that boss' life (life) The hoes come runnin when they see me comin I'm livin that boss' life (life) You can have anything just don't fuck with my money (my money) 32. Just A Baby Boy - Tyrese Ft Snoop Dogg [Tyrese:] I know sometimes it might get crazy I'll always be here for you lady Baby I'm just tryin'a change the game

So let me work the thang Let me do my thing [Snoop:] dumb, young and full of shit lil crazy ass nigga homie where u from I bang the bet Bang the set Tat on my neck Teck on deck Yeh yeh watch yo step He wont fuss He'll just bust Ask those ***** I left em in dust Trust or bust Cuss and get drunk and talk big shit Man yo bitch so quick and dip Hop on the site like like we used to do Fly handlebars, his All-stars is blue Keeping it true 7 days a week and he livin with his momma and I heard she a freak ******* wit a G HGC 107 Bald head nigga named Melvin He telling cuz how to live and he a felon He bailin Fuck that bullshit he sailin You know why [(Chorus) Tyrese:] you just a baby boy your not the real mccoy I've been runnin' these streets You goin' crazy What about your baby Why you ridin with heat [Mr Tan:] I gotta baby up the street another baby mama around the corner one I just screw and the other I make love to but im in and out fool I can't stay with one bitch I gotta keep it pimpin But now some drama and I ain't wit it The nigga that used to knock my song momma

up just got out And mom's threw a nigga out for bangin on his spouse And that nigga Now he up in baby's house What I'm gon do Should I set it off And play myself like a fool I'm a keep it cool And see how long this shit gon last I scooped up my son he tried to play my wit a ghetto pass I ain't havin' that Grab my strap I got to do something Fresh out but a nigga got to do something And I'm a baby boy with nothing to lose Big snoop check It I'm a lay him down *** dang it y'all please believe me a baby boy, baby boy I'm a baby boy gangsta [chorus] [Tyrese:] I know sometimes it get crazy I'll always be here for you lady Baby I'm just trying to change the game So let me work the thang Let me do my thing Everytime I come and see u you're telling me what I can and cant to Girl ur losin ur mind You tell ur frends I don't treat you right You say I'm livin another life I Wanna make u my wife! Yes I do babe Girl you're about to drive me crazy U cut me down and call me lazy I guess I'm just another baby boy Oh noo, no ohhh ohhhhhh [Chorus] [Snoop:] Do the damn thing Do the damn thing Big snoop dogg do the damn thing

Big snoop dogg mr tan tyrese baby boy All u young g's got a baby boy

34. Nuthin-but-a-g-thang - Snoop Dogg Feat: Dr Dre [Snoop Doggy Dogg] One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay! Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand from a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh [S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom [Dr. Dre]

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' with a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' fonky shit to add to my collection, the selection symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Nuthin-but-a-g-thang lyrics on http://music.yeucahat.com/song/English/2327 4-Nuthin-but-a-g-thang~Snoop-Dogg-FeatDr-Dre.html It's like this and like that and like this and uh, It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this... [D] And who gives a fuck about those? [S] So just chill, til the next episode... {*funky sample break*} [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was on the mic Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre... (Whattup Dogg?) Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)

We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!) [Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention Mobbin' like a muh'fucka, but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My muthafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better" [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this [D] And who gives a fuck about those? [S] So just chill, 'til the next episode... {*funky sample break*} -> repeat 3X 36. Ghetto - Kelly Rowland ft. . Snoop Dogg Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto livin [Verse one]

These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand) When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down) And there's noone to hold on too And there's noone to pull you out You keep on fallin (falling) And noone can here you callin So you end up self destructing On the corner with the tuli on the waist line just got outta the bing doin state time Teeth marks on my back from the canine Dark Memories of when there was no sunshine Cause they said that I wouldn't make it (I remember like yesterday) Holdin on to what god gave me [Chorus] Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto) Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [Verse two] No need to cherish luxuries (cause everythin' come and go) Even the life that you have is borrowed (Cause your not promised tomorrow) So live your life as if everydays' gon be your last Once you move forward can't go back Best prepare to remove your past Cause ya gotta be willin to pray Yea There gotta be (there gotta be) a better way oh Yea ya gotta be willing to pray Cause there gotta be (there gotta be) a better day (ay) Whoever said that this struggle would stop today A lot of niggas dead or locked away Teenage Women growing up with aids

[Chorus] Cause thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto) oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [Bridge] Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) [Chorus] Thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto)oh Living by the (ghetto)oh Eating in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto)oh Sleeping in the (ghetto) Living in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) (wooohhoohh)

2 PAC

4. N.I.G.G.A. - 2Pac "N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished)" [Intro] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas! [Verse: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My Niggas! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers So what the fuck you wanna do now I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now And even if they pull their triggers They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas [Chorus (2Pac)] Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! (Jada!, ey yo) [Verse: Jadakiss] My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks Niggas is like photographers, all they take is

head shots Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?" Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be And i'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do [Chorus (2Pac)] Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us) [Fades out]

6. Whatz Next - 2Pac

"Whatz Next" (feat. A3, Jay Rock) [2Pac:]

Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Caught up in the middle My life's a riddle Don't let it get ya I wanna be legal But it's this hustle that get me richer One love to my peoples makin' money I can see you bubblin' Avoid all trouble Beware of devils continue strugglin' Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way So get your mind on official business You can be great And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave So get paid My niggaz do this every fuckin' day We parlay Through politics and conversation This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation Separation is self destruction What's needed is unification Cause the world ain't hardly scared If not prepared Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there But no one cares it's there to share All we get is stares Because of fear we'll evaporate Say your prayers And what's next [Chorus x2:] Hard livin' got me goin' insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game Whatz next I'm goin' crazy Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Whatz next [A3:]

(Aye its on A3) Makaveli tried to warn us But niggaz ain't listen to Pac Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac Shit yean got it yet (no) Then you won't get it Might as well measure 'em up And have his ass fitted Why Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like a flag (flag) Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag) Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in HTown We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now Time foe a change Real niggaz rollin' wit' me Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets Side track by the broads and the frauds Ain't it strange It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game Whatz next [Chorus x2] [Jay Rock:] That money gotta make it What I gotta do to make it Do I really gotta take it Put this mack up to you face it Doin' what we gotta do to survive Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by Some niggaz stick to the crime Pitchin' nickel and dimes What the fuck we s'pose to do Who gon' give us a job So I tried and tried Tried to get out the grind But the block kept on callin' me back Fiends kept on callin' for crack So I supply 'em wit' that Gave 'em a reasonable fee

Nigga don't blame it on me Shit just look where I'm at Niggaz in gardens LAPD is the target Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless Look that dope spot use to be an apartment But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin Whatz next [Chorus x2]

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin

8. Starin' Thru My Rear View - 2Pac "Starin' Through My Rear View" [Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level Ya know what I mean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stops I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again

Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [repeat 2X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin

The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be [repeat 4X with vocal fade]

10. Death Around The Corner - 2Pac "Death Around The Corner" [Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? [Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the- corner, anyday Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die

Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner [Chorus] (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas who was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin, please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone

All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner [Chorus] I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin on them niggas til they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the corner [Chorus] This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right [Movie bites] I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground

I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care

just a groopy on a world tour Now I find out for myself your Girl you need to check yourself... [Kastro] You need to check this, I got this game twisted so I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em... Papa raised a player, so player I'll play 'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I love getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty babe! But that ain't enough And the head make me bag, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lien too much She be dieing to fuck me, you be buying the stuff... [Young Noble] See old friend I know.

13. There U Go - 2Pac [Chorus] there you go.....acting like a hoe.... (I don't know why I'll be fucking with you) [Pac] Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonymous pictures of other niggas trying to kiss her will I love her, or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with trying to paint a perfect picture! My memories of jealousy no longer care free.... 'cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep telling me I'm on tour but now my bedrooms an open door so it got me thinking what am I trying for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please a little trick on a mission trying 2 get 'em up P Me and my niggas is Thug niggas, former known Drug Dealers! We don't love bitches!, and believe they don't love niggas! I got 'em plain by attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now I know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there you go... [Chorus] There you there you go, acting like a hoe There you there you go, acting like a hoe! there you there you go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See the word on the streets your

15. Fame - 2Pac And my niggas say We want the FAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: Tupac] Though we exist and breathe Some believe currency comes to g's Stresses half the ghetto With success comes greed [echo] They got me hot When they shot me Plotted

My revenge To increase my ends Enemies gettin dropped Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame [echo] Niggas change fast [echo] That's a shame [echo] What's the game Lost souls Who controls our brain? Who can I blame? [echo] The world seems strange at times Somewhat insane [echo] I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded [echo] Searching for a ?? curse I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them Blast it Wrapped in plastic Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats Fake in fame [Verse 2:] Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts

Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat Shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny On knees And ones desires Be pulling all my cabbage Like priors Stuck in the trance Searching for something higher Fortune and fame [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (FAME) The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 3:] Searching for fortune and fame Lost in the rain A lose of the game With life the cost of the game We forcing the change Mother fuck flossing the chain [echo] All the blame Belongs to the part of the brain [echo] That we never use nigga Plus my heart is in pain [echo] And if I ever lose homey Bet I'm at it again [echo] Outlaws don't die So united we stand [echo] And if family 'come a foe All the fortune and fame [echo]

[Verse 4: Napoleon] As I walk up in the crib Laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels Hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down Outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart Your gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall And I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame Like glocks clocked And keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded But still shine in the dark You can easy been a man But you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got From generation of game In the road of life dog We need to switch up lanes Think about it [Chorus]

That when I finally got out At first it ain't feel good I was just a baby Still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit Ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me Thinking ain't no help I pray for my health My mind And my family too State of myself My grind And my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real Life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree That's fame to me How about it [Chorus]

One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (FAME) The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 5:] I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me Now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood

One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame

16. Late Night - 2Pac "Late Night" [DJ Quik]

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy Hey man so far I've been listenin to your album and I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? [2Pac] I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Runnin through the street lights, cause we like, yo nigga get your mobb on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino, cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Lookin for a bitch that's half-black and filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver I'm game type Love fuckin bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night [DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X] "Last night.. last night changed it all"

['Pac] In the late night! "Last night.." "I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be" ['Pac] In the late night! [Hussein Fatal] Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't NUTTIN like bein a thug when I can just sit on the Row of Death straight knowin that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosin on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent your town, last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds [Kastro] From calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night probably involves me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as AIDS, niggaz gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day Until then I'm livin Monday through Sunday Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night [DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X] "Last night.. last night changed it all" "Last night.." "I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be" [2Pac] Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown

Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home The life of a California star, and when you see me in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic, manditory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bitches They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? (59)Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed for my niggaz up in Clentin gettin weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin Slappin niggaz known for tellin bitches FUCK-IT in the late night [DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence] "Last night.. last night changed it all" ['Pac] It's in the late night! "Last night.." "I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be" ['Pac] In the late night! [DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence] "Last night.. last night changed it all" ['Pac] Holla at me in the late night! "Last night.." "I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"

25. Y'all Don't Know Us - 2Pac "Y'all Don't Know Us" [Young Noble] Yo, I can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off f**k yall now everybody tied to us Hollering out a ni**a name But never said what up That s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable I too like Hot ?? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical I'm like the f**kin Deff Squad My ears ain't hearin' yall Pump fearin' yall But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall Listen to what I tell yall f**k the world, Your baby moms and your baby girl You muthaf**kas so fake, Yo they made me wanna earl Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree

Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate thug ni**az [Napoleon Chorus] We will never fall Thru it all, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers And if you believe in that s**t that you heard Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us [Napoleon] Now I been trapped down And f**ked since day one This industructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 ni**az in a bedroom Eating off the same spoon Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the d**k to your wife And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ You dig that? respect this I'll bring the end to your claw I'll bring the loc to your heart And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs You hear me? We follow, this little bullet so hollow I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry

Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why) Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers [E.D.I] When we was kids, the loving felt good But of course have the respect Though it's even better Now for this chedder ni**az is laying deader Then Malcom and Martin put together Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up Remember what Pac said Watch the f**kin signs But we wasn't listening Too busy trippin off his shine Now one time for my muthaf**kin' Outlawz Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro May we all roll And if you don't know We got the rap game petro Scared cause we bout to release Like heavy metal Nationwide, underground We running the ghettos Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos bi**h I can't let go I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long And ni**az is stealing my s**t And busting it wrong Hot shots holla back when you get 'em Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system Military wisdom Preparing myself for armegeddom Breaking my balls at this game Knowing it's a dead end And my only weapon Is my believe that I'm superior Yeah we the muthaf**kas That you ni**az is liery off Controling my steam Knowing my team to deserve more f**k the reframe Stick to the game and earn more Holding my head, rolling the head with focus

Laughing inside Cause deep inside y'all don't know us [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall Thru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why) Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers And if you believe in that s**t that you heard Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us We will never fall (Never) Thru the war, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers And if you believe in that s**t that you heard Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know ni**az like us boy They don't make ni**az like us no more Thug in Peace.. to all my ni**az (Never) See ya soon.. uhh

Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what jail for Adolescense young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched [Chorus Makaveli] Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched [E.D.I] I live life High Speed Moving a million miles per hour Towards my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock

26. U Can Be Touched - 2Pac [Napoleon Talking] Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean? [Napoleon] Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming?

Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me (U can be touched) [Kastro] I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az That ever breathed And I was big when I was young And now I see that I was dumb My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years For trusting a friend They left him stuck in the Penn I love him, we all here just to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Y'all praise the thug ways So forever it's on.. baby [Chorus Makaveli] My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched [Young Noble] Why grieve this life Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we f**king it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up

Look and learn Next it could be your turn... word [Kadafi] Yes this a felonies' hobby That got me here thinking robbery Day to day all year long Teflon protects my body It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel I'm caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score s**t Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before he past Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely And I'm point like a thong And it's survive for the strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched [Chorus Makaveli] My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched

27. Teardrops And Closed Caskets - 2Pac "Teardrops And Closed Caskets" [2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word

It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now introducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a*s ni**a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni**az catchin vapors Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo) (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni**az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson But wait a minute back to Precious She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious)

(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel) Hopin God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love (Here's where it gets ya) Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets Bury you dead and look ahead A man with no feelings [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets That's all we got left, that's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die

how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know) Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out [2Pac] Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga) All the while let's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s**t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops (Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg) TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf**ker Teardrops and closed caskets We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades (that's right) All the homies that didn't make it to see this day (rest in peace) [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh with teardrops and closed caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like I done ran out of suits

homey I done ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing (rest in peace) Teardrops and closed caskets I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni**a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies May God bless your families May you always live in the motherf**kin heart [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] In a thug ni**az heart forever (that's right) Rest in peace ni**a May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace til the ni**az get a piece [Nate] Will I..

28. Killuminati - 2Pac [2Pac] Let it be prophesized; ni**az'll die because ya crew's goon Around the way ni**az get murdered by the full moon Heard it in whispered tones ni**az is bold and they choose to roll I kill em all, watch now ni**a truth be told Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter ni**az dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter Wonder why these ni**az cross me I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons Hard to kill a ni**a cause I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug

faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah Every ni**a breathin pay attention Bout to show you motherf**kers how it feel, to drop a body The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati [Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac] [Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you [2Pac] After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz Similar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me we rushin Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and ni**az thug livin Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us (57)They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin Participated in felonious behavior Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin ni**az pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man ni**a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati [Chorus (w/ minor variations)] [E.D.I. Amin] I spend most of my time bankin ni**az because they hate a ni**a, comin across fake ni**az But we made ni**az, old school and I'm thinkin Y'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin back comin back for the stacks Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper Givin them f**kers tool whips, I rule haters Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly The boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati [Kadafi] They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight Times is rollin three up these streets sleep But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati [Chorus]

[2Pac] Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Hold it down, hold it down Makaveli up in this bi**h, worldwide mash, Westside Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain The question we ask, do you know what time it is? Hold it down, hold it down You know what type of s**t we be Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel? Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain f**k with me ni**a you get killed! Hold it down, hold it down It don't get no realer than this Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold it down My ni**az we all bad Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my muh'f**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold it down What's my muh'f**kin name? Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Outlawz in this bi**h Rap pro at his finest Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Repeat! Death Row at it's finest ni**a, you know what time it is Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain.. Outlawz.

Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust [Danny Boy] I ain't... Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh Yeah, niggaz [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even

31. I Ain't Mad At Cha - 2Pac Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood

with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha You tryin hard to maintain, then go head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my essence Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete (54)Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped [Chorus] (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay

32. Trapped - 2Pac You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... [Chorus]

Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you" I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped [Chorus] (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped

[Chorus - Elton John:] (32)Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns [2Pac] If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em They tested, it was stress that they under And nowadays things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts 'cause any day they'll push the button and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton, died for nothing Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or white, cause we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John] [2Pac] Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage

34. "Ghetto Gospel" (feat. Elton John) Uhh, Hit them with a little ghetto gospel

I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when it's said and done I bet this Brother be a better one If I upset you, don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy 'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets My ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John] [2Pac] Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound... [2pac:] Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggie [Stretch:] Yo Big this is to you my nigga Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz Sendin they respect, know I mean? You my nigga for life, forever You're always gonna be with a nigga No matter what, don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep "Dear God say my prayers before I start to eat, cause times is hard So I'm droppin to my knees, oh why? Why you have to take my nigga with the rocka-bye You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of drama from the young gun

Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead DR.DRE

3. "Still D.R.E." (feat. Snoop Dogg) [Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sure, check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. nigga Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot 'cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know

how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still [Chorus:] [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-RE [Repeat 2x] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E [Chorus] It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your

fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gonna get mine regardless [Chorus x1.5] [Snoop] Right back up in ya muthfuckin ass '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real freakaholic Ooo Wee, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R. 5. "What's The Difference" (feat. Eminem, Phish, Xzibit) [Phish] What's the difference between me and you? [repeat 2X] [Dr. Dre] Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to

business; but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference [Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X)] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin [Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from

Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference [Chorus] [Eminem] Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it? [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is [Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours

through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up! You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!! So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it! [Chorus 2.25X] 8. "Forgot About Dre" (feat. Eminem) [Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Ho Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the o' G's

Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around with me And turn me back to the old me [chorus x2 - Eminem] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA. One day I was walkin by With a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But (35)I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death with a Charleston chew [Record scratch] Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailey [chorus x2] [Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me With your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of Compton I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off What, cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back

So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat (24)But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped with gats When you were cuddled with cabbage patch [Chorus x3]

14. Housewife" (feat. Kurupt & Hittman) [Chorus: Kurupt] Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) [Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus

flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out [Chorus] [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doowah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico [Kurupt] At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot

I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-threequarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style [Chorus] [door slams] [D.O.C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? [D.O.C.] Yeahhh [some hoe] He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up! [1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up [D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH [some hoe] I don't think so!! (feat. Hittman) [Hittman] It's fuckin ackrite Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?

When I yank you by the fuckin perm don't be lookin at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores Around the full good-to-go girls like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby I be postin all-world in the ride Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down I'm playin lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild [Chorus: sung by Hittman] Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) [Hittman] Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot

Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No." Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team." Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite [Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)] [Hittman] Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her neckbone, lookin back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

17. "East Coast/West Coast Killas" East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X] [Verse One: RBX] While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush wack material That's if I don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 4X] [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear Don't provoke Kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock

Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Just your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid! East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X] Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended [Verse Three: B-Real] The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool I can roll through any block from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X] [Verse Four: Nas Escobar]

Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal? East coast (killer) West coast (killer) [repeat 16X] 18. "Shittin' On The World" (feat. Mel-Man) [Intro:] Yes yes y'all, ooh funk.... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all Ooh notes come wrong [Verse 1:] Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike's complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave

me All I wanna say is "I don't really give a fuck" cos Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as ?shrimp stampy? with the food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!" I bring the fizzy that's the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the SP or the MV, see three G Ho's see me comin in 3-D I spread Lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it [Chorus:] (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) [repeat] [Verse 2:] I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I'm here til infinity My shit be outta...space with the Ewok This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It's time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! Back to the clinic Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye then I step like Omega's hifi (AWROOF!) I walk the earth like Moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout

But can't phone long distance I'm a rich nigga still gettin public assistance Rockin shit on a task cam Got MC's talkin 'bout "I love you, man" But you can't get my last bud or my last dove outta beats we be makin Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin That's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it [Chorus x3] [Outro: (over chorus)] Yes yes y'all, ooh funk... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all Every three days and the El change ??? Ooh, Most come funk 19. "Blunt Time" DEAD! [INTRO] (Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest,DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand,he is only to heard loo-oo-ng Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya two It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push

I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MCs,don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wintor Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin [CHORUS] Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin [REPEAT] Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't come back Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the (?Frex?) Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's [CHORUS] Mighty Aftermath! Once again.can't hold us back Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed) Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who? Who?)DEAD! (Murder!) Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time) Ha (Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend)

(Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh) (Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!) 20. "As The World Keeps Turning" (feat. Where) [Intro/Chorus:] As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined [Repeat] [Verse 1:Where] I flow like CD's in the deck Moosh fools in the face that lack respect Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G So leave me alone I'm in the zone Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone Are you gone bust or play bones? You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut [Chorus] [Verse 2:Where] I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong My world is gone like disco Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo Standin in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my

lips I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin with my team is murder one I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!) I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!) Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call To a trick that didn't even care Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga) Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga) You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real) Shit is for real [Chorus] [Verse 3:Where] I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes Let's take it back to the first side When you was a new jack and jockin my new track But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics) You wanna know what the hos used to do When me and my crew came bustin through All sorts of blushins brew (A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift,

Miscellane is the crew) Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau Now that's three times your tightest flow And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack Three times is clever (BUCK!) [Chorus x 2] [Outro:] Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt To art in hell, where the next man dwells The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells 22. "Fuck Wit Dre Day" [Intro: Dr. Dre] Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin (Sssss) [Verse One: Dr. Dre] Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide

Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play with my bone, would ya Timmy It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' BayBee So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX] Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER! [Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg] Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride Now you might not understand me Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER Yeah nigga... [Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again

It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like YouknowhatI'msayin? All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...

24. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat" (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX) [Intro: guy talking] You really don't understand do you? Hey man, don't you know In order for us to make this thing work We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start All over agian clean NIGGAZ you crazy! [RBX] Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin' It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wonderin' where the pussy at Staright for ya, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin in my '64 16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut

1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe I keep ya this and like that And I... [Chorus:] [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Interlude: some guys talkin'] Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip Ya,there that fool is Break him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? I'm the man, what's up? Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this nigga here (I ain't got yo money) Well, yo, check this out, nigga What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money* What's up? What's up? Ya motherfucker (I'll be back though, I'll be back) Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool [Chorus:] [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..

[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in ya system Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell at Veitnam California, back in and on a mission, makin a point Ain't no fuckin' competition they wish they was a runnin' up in reality C-P-T, CAL my locality It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, ya can't cope with the real I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes... [Chorus:] [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I... [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop

treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart! BEEEYYACHH! 26. "U Better Recognize" [Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)] (I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so, well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild. But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper, did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah). Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps), making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah). So peep game, best believe I love my peeps that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise, so open your eyes, I think you better recognize. [Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better

recognize) [2x] [Verse Two: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)] I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah). From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?), them build up enough Luther by keys. No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right). I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7, you can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the fiveo, when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm). Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter, now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory, with the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story. With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise, because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize. [Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] (Think you better recognize) [2x] [Verse Three: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)] Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy, so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity.

(51)Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz, hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick). Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing, it's time to earn truth to the game human being. I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine, cause I'll incline with the mastermind. I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose, cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze. And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam, I can't be faded Sam-am. Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers, cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight. Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo, thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots. I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies, all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize. [Hook: Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] 32. Nigga Witta Gun" [Chorus:] Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta motherfucking Gun! [Dr. Dre]

44 reasons come to mind Why you motherfucking brothers hard to find. He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine. Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind. See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop. 'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I got to fight. I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up. What you niggas looking at? You do in... Goddamn, 'cause it's the city. And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster. And I'm a nigga you can't remove. Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove To their homies they can hang by dealin' with me. But once again in the end they D-E-A-D. I never did time on a murder yet. 'Cause I relax and back do a job and jet. Yo, I know you understand my flow, So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a motherfucker know... [Chorus: 2x] [Dr. Dre] D-R-E! A motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps. Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at. If you see me on the solo moves believe that I'm strapped. 44, .38 or AK 47. 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen. You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat. As he wonder what popped before he got popped, I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop. Now I know you understand my flow, So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a motherfucker know...

[Chorus: 4x] [Dr. Dre] I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs. I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes. That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause you realise That a gat will make any nigga civilised. Old buster ass nigga talkin' bullshit. Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with. Get lit or hit up by the doctor. A nigga to break some off properly. Real G. So don't doubt it. I'm the one who's doin' it While these other niggas talk about it. And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his motherfucking dome. And show him why they call me the notorious one. The name is Dre, Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun. You don't believe me, wanna step up and give it a try. And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die. But some still don't hear me though. You're too ninny not to hear me nigga, yo. So now you know... [Chorus: 4x] 35. "Bang Bang" (feat. Knoc-Turn'al & Hittman) Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Dr. Dre]

Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! [Knoc-turn'al] Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light put you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box

at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough, ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Hittman] Now tell me - what the fuck is this man? Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs fillin the sky, usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to question me - bout the colors that I got on? Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist -- peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! 37. Ghetto Fabulous" [Ice-T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm there [Ice-T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby The best food, drink, and women that money can buy [Verse One: Ras Kass] Every day of my life is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. *girls laughing* to beep beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies askin us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D [Chorus: Mack 10]

Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin nice From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ras Kass]

diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy came like John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella [Chorus]

14. Catchin Feelins - 2Pac "Catching Feelins" Hahaha Oh yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) (Westside, westside) Part two of the war Bring it, lets do it Huhuhuh [Verse 1: Tupac]

Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty in six point seven seconds [tires screech] hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five

Cross this nigga here Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flashed then I mashed his ass Bastard

Fuck with me bet I blast your ass So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em Mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you We Death Row riders No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us Feeling blessed The richer I get the more I stress Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed Me A mercenary for the streets Check my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit Then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling Hahaha [Chorus X2]

And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Makaveli Pass it around Ahhhh, shit We gonna taste the power We started the thug trend The game is ours Now we coast together Put our thoughts together Won't question will we die together Cause the hour is soon to come Kadafi trained soldier I show you how to use your gun Bring it [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 3]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean.. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun But that ain't me Dog my minds now clear And that ain't fair dog Your heart pump fear In the state I *censored* You better hide nigga *censored* is near

We Yelling M-A-D-E N - I - Double G A Motherfuckers And we here to stay From curb surfing We working the industry You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king You see We in the big things Eat a dick man If your hating We gone ride 'Till the wheels fall off Pay attention Screaming Bye bye bitches Untouchable sound (ugh)

Ride or die niggas And we hunting you down Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap Banging out with the po po Trying to get to some mo' Street life Young strugglers Racing the clock Ain't no telling when it all can end Roll or rock That's the world With feelings This a mans world youngin' The bitches in business So learn a 'lil something Hey Stop running your mouth You're on the verge of squealing Bitch made catching feelings Nigga Ugh [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 4] Everybody's a gangsta But don't put in work Instead of putting on the armor Niggas put on a skirt These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs I can't trust the church or the mobs I can only trust God And to tell you the truth I gotta ride I only roll with the real Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed [Chorus x3]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings BO SUNG 1.Role Model - Eminem OK, I'm going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me! Mic check one two.. we recordin? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death then I choked you again Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny home grown Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono (Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!) My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with

Lauryn Hill Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? Now follow me and do exactly what you see Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D. Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!) My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh) My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother.. are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain? I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or

I'm nuts Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I've been with 10 women who got HIV Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I got genital warts and it burns when I pee Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!! 2. My Fault - Eminem [Eminem does the voices of all characters in the song] [G - Eminem as Susan (the girl)] [D - Eminem as Dave] [J - Eminem as John] [Chorus: repeat 2X] I never meant to give you mushrooms girl I never meant to bring you to my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault my fault [Eminem] I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up with first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan -- an ex-heroin addict who just stoped usin.was into bosse and alternative music. told me she was about to use it agzin. I said wiat first try this hallucionagin, its better than heroin and the the booze and the gin. come here lets go in here. Who's in the den? (It's me and Kelly) my bad! lets

try another room "I don't trust you" shut up slut chew up this mushroom. this will help you get in touch with your roots. We'll get bare-foot but naked and run in the woods. "oh hell might as well try 'em this party is so drag." Oh dag I didn't mean for you to eat the whole bag! (huh) [Chorus:] [1st repeat Em says "I'm sorry!" at the end] [2nd repeat same as original Chorus] "Yo Sue!" [G] Get away from me, I don't know you Oh shoot, she's tripping.. [G] I need to go puke!! (Bleahh!) I wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin major I just wanted to make you appreciate nature. Susan stop crying i don't hate ya. the worlds not against you I'm sorry your father raped ya. So what, you had your coochie in your dad's mouth. Thats no reason to start wiggin and spaz out. she said "Help me I think I'm having a seisure!" I said "I'm high too (bitch) Quit grabbin my Tshirt (let go!) Would you calm down you're startin to scare me. she said " I'm twenty-six years old and I'm not married. I don't have any kids and I can't cook" I'm over here Sue, (hi) you're talkin to the plant, look! We need to get to a hospital 'fore it's too late Cause I never seen no-one eat as many shrooms as you ate. [Chorus:] [1st repeat Em says "Whoops!" after first line and "It was an accident!" at the end] [2nd repeat same as original Chorus] Susan (wait!) Where you goin? You better be careful [G] Leave me alone dad, I'm sick of gettin my hair pulled I'm not your dad, quit tryin to swallow your tongue Want some gum? Put down the scissors, 'fore you do somethin dumb I'll be right back just chill baby please?

I gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these. "John, where's Dave at before I bash you?" [J] He's in the bathroom; I think he's takin a crap dude! "Dave! Pull up your pants, we need an ambulance There's a girl upstairs talkin to plants choppin her hair off, and there's only two days left of Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off?" [D] Well it depends on how many you had? I took three she ate the other twenty-two caps Now she's upstairs cryin out her eyeballs,drinking lysol. "She's gonna die dude." I know and it's my fault! My god! [Chorus:] [1st repeat Em says "I'm sorry!" after second line and "What do I do?" at the end] [2nd repeat same as original Chorus] My God, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead! 3. Just Don't Give A Fuck - Eminem [Intro: Frogg] Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes by the name of er... [Verse One: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty

Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smocking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman [Chorus:] So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screaming _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuck!! Talking that shit behind my back, dirty mackin telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuck!! [Verse Two: Eminem] I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Miilkbone I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below friezing Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak

preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can With more holes than an Afghan [Chorus] [Verse Three: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinning Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfucking style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washing dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smocking weed again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the

median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in [Chorus] [Outro: Eminem] Hey, fuck that! Outsidaz.. Pace One.. Young Zee..

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