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[Dr. Dre] Y`all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit 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 wit groceries Got a crib wit 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 Did y`all think I`ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E`s, Ice Cube`s, and D.O.C`s The Snoop D-O-double-G`s and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn`t doin too good who`s the Doctor they told you to go see? Y`all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y`all are the reason that Dre ain`t been gettin no sleep so FUCK Y`ALL, all of y`all; if y`all don`t like me, BLOW ME! Y`all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me
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Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say but nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don`t give a fuck if it`s dark or not I`m harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I`m drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I`ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren`t found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it`s the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow`s the new And I`m still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew {*Eminem`s vocal turntable*} Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80`s Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There`s no way that you can save me It`s okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
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[Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you muh`fuckers would stop comin up to me wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin 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, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold `em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout 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 wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I ain`t havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain`t gon` be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it back So where`s all the Madd Rappers at? It`s like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
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