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[x] pssh, man I need a lighter man

[e] right here

[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?

[e] whats crackin?

[x] hit this shit

[e] ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today

[x] psh, is that right?

[e] what is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..

[e] {*sigh*} because were in the spotlight or whatever that..

[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us

[e] and that we wont retaliate

[x] protect my motherfuckin self, by any

[both] means, necessary

[e] right?



[chorus 2x: eminem]

Cause you dont know me, I dont know you

So dont approach me, I wont approach you

And dont insult me, I wont insult you

Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do



[xzibit]

Make no mistake, Im the golden state heavyweight

Bein underrated gave me time to create it

Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate

Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate

Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate

Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face

No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows

You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home

But my baby momma hate my guts and cant stand me (yeah)

Packed up, moved out, started a new family

So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up

Marry a slut but cant watch my seed grow up?

Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get

For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch

Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)

Cause you seein more support than Im seein my child

Its like..



[eminem]

.. everyday I wake up, another drama

Its a wonder Im alive, survivin this karma

If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer

I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her

Without these cameras in our faces like animals

For your channel 2 action news to follow our ambulence up the avenue

And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts

And what we do in private since they wont let us put up a fence

And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun

Whether its unloaded full or an un-registered one

No bullet, youre so full of shit

This clip is so full itll spit if I dont pull it

And dont give me no bullshit Im not in the mood

I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude

Over kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit

Dont tell me bout the show business shit

I know what this is, bitch



[chorus]



[xzibit]

This aint business, this is personal bitch

You dont know xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed

I had a very fucked up day, Im needin this fit

Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th

Yo em its time to get serious with it (yeah)

Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet

This is your brain on drugs, xzibit brain on thugs

Aint no neighborhood thats big enough to bang on us

Aint no love lost my niggaz, relax yoself

Im about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth

To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla

At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones

Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel

Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano

Ridin slow through cali like Im ridin a camel

Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels

I feel like, tony soprano, who do I trust now?

Just hit me on my tele nigga soon as I touch down

Spit lines to split spines just to get mine

Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine

Sniff lines of coke, thats the only shit that make you dope

Bitch-ass nigga thats droppin the soap

Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip

And turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit



[eminem]

So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself

A front door with twelve locks

And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox

And everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?

Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots

And one in the chamber, gun in the waist

And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place

Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not

Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?

And its a disgrace hailey cant play with her toys

In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn

Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit

Or pullin up in my drive like I wont leap in your whip

And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live

So my address ends up on the internet again

So then, I do an interview with spin, tellin them

That if someone comes to my crib, ima shove a gun in their ribs

And reporters, blow it out of proportion

"oh, now hes pullin guns on his fans

Just for tryin to stand on his porch"

And Im the bad guy, cause I dont answer my door like "hey hi!

You guys wants some autographs? okay, form a straight line!"

Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle

And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you

Its not that I dont like you..

.. its just that Im not behind the mic

Im a person whos just like you

[x] pssh, man I need a lighter man

[e] right here

[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?

[e] whats crackin?

[x] hit this shit

[e] ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today

[x] psh, is that right?

[e] what is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..

[e] {*sigh*} because were in the spotlight or whatever that..

[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us

[e] and that we wont retaliate

[x] protect my motherfuckin self, by any

[both] means, necessary

[e] right?



[chorus 2x: eminem]

Cause you dont know me, I dont know you

So dont approach me, I wont approach you

And dont insult me, I wont insult you

Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do



[xzibit]

Make no mistake, Im the golden state heavyweight

Bein underrated gave me time to create it

Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate

Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate

Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate

Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face

No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows

You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home

But my baby momma hate my guts and cant stand me (yeah)

Packed up, moved out, started a new family

So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up

Marry a slut but cant watch my seed grow up?

Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get

For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch

Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)

Cause you seein more support than Im seein my child

Its like..



[eminem]

.. everyday I wake up, another drama

Its a wonder Im alive, survivin this karma

If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer

I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her

Without these cameras in our faces like animals

For your channel 2 action news to follow our ambulence up the avenue

And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts

And what we do in private since they wont let us put up a fence

And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun

Whether its unloaded full or an un-registered one

No bullet, youre so full of shit

This clip is so full itll spit if I dont pull it

And dont give me no bullshit Im not in the mood

I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude

Over kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit

Dont tell me bout the show business shit

I know what this is, bitch



[chorus]



[xzibit]

This aint business, this is personal bitch

You dont know xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed

I had a very fucked up day, Im needin this fit

Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th

Yo em its time to get serious with it (yeah)

Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet

This is your brain on drugs, xzibit brain on thugs

Aint no neighborhood thats big enough to bang on us

Aint no love lost my niggaz, relax yoself

Im about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth

To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla

At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones

Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel

Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano

Ridin slow through cali like Im ridin a camel

Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels

I feel like, tony soprano, who do I trust now?

Just hit me on my tele nigga soon as I touch down

Spit lines to split spines just to get mine

Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine

Sniff lines of coke, thats the only shit that make you dope

Bitch-ass nigga thats droppin the soap

Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip

And turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit



[eminem]

So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself

A front door with twelve locks

And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox

And everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?

Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots

And one in the chamber, gun in the waist

And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place

Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not

Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?

And its a disgrace hailey cant play with her toys

In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn

Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit

Or pullin up in my drive like I wont leap in your whip

And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live

So my address ends up on the internet again

So then, I do an interview with spin, tellin them

That if someone comes to my crib, ima shove a gun in their ribs

And reporters, blow it out of proportion

"oh, now hes pullin guns on his fans

Just for tryin to stand on his porch"

And Im the bad guy, cause I dont answer my door like "hey hi!

You guys wants some autographs? okay, form a straight line!"

Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle

And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you

Its not that I dont like you..

.. its just that Im not behind the mic

Im a person whos just like you

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