[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
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
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?)
Chorus
[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
Chorus
Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)
