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[X]
Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's 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 we're in the
spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever
they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin' self,
by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?
[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause you don't know me, I don't
know you
So don't approach me, I won't approach
you
And don't insult me, I won't insult
you
Cause you don't know what I will
or I won't do
[Xzibit]
Make no mistake, I'm 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 can't 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 can't 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
I'm seein my child
It's like..
[Eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another
drama
It's a wonder I'm 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 won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every
gun under the sun
whether it's unloaded full or an
un-registered one
No bullet, you're so full of shit
this clip is so full it'll spit
if I don't pull it
And don't give me no bullshit I'm
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
Don't tell me bout the show business
shit
I know what this is, bitch
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
This ain't business, this is personal
BITCH
You don't know Xzibit from shit,
new school, class dismissed
I had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm
needin this fit
Shuttin motherfuckers up like they
pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it's 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
Ain't no neighborhood that's big
enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax
yo'self
I'm 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 I'm
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, that's the
only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that's 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 it's a disgrace Hailey can't
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
won't 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,
I'ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
"Oh, now he's pullin guns
on his fans
just for tryin to stand on his
porch"
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't
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
It's not that I don't like you..
.. it's just that I'm not behind
the mic
I'm a person who's just like you |
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