[Dr Dre]
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Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
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But I been low key
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Hated on by most these niggas
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Wit no cheese
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no deals and no G's
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No wheels and no keys, no boots
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and no snowmobiles and no skis
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Mad at me cause
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I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
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Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
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To add to the wall full of plaques
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Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
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But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
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Hoe Please
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You better bow down on both knees
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Who you think taught you to smoke trees
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Who you think brought you the oldies
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Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
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And a group that said muthafuck the police
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Gave you a tape full of dope beats
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The bomb weed stroll through in you hood
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And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
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Who's the doc that he told you to go see
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Ya'll better listen up closely
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All you niggas that said I turned pop
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Or the the Firm flop
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ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
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So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
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If ya'll don't like me blow me
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Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
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And turn me back to the old me
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[Eminem]
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Nowadays everybody wants to talk like they got something to say
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But nothin comes out when they move they lips
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Just a buncha gibberish
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And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
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[Eminem]
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So what do you say to somebody you hate,
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I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way,
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wanna resolve things in a bloodier way,
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and study your tpe of NWA
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One day I was walkin by
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Wit a walkmen on
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When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
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And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
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I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
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It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge
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But I'm drunk as fuck
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Right next to a humungous truck
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In a two car garage
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Hopin out wit two broken legs
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Tryna walk it off
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Fuck you too bitch call the cops
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I'm kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
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And when them cops can't come
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And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
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Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
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And still won't found out
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From here on out it's the Chronic 2
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Startin' today, tommorow's the new
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And I'm still loco enough to
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Choke you to death wit a Charston Chew
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Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
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In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
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And the tent goes up to the mid 80's
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Callin in ladies
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Sorry Doc I been crazy
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There is no way that you can save me
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Its ok go wit them Hailey
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[Dr Dre]
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If it was up to me
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You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
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Wit your hands out lookin up to me
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Like you want somethin free
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When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
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But now that I got this little company
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Now everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
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But you won't get a crumb from me
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Cause I'm from the streets of
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I told em all
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All them little gangstas
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Who you think helped mold 'em all
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Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
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Like I ain't got none
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What you think I sold 'em all
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Cause I stay well off
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Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
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What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
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Tryna get this damn label off
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I ain't havin that
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This is the millenium of Aftermath
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Ain't gonna be nothin after that
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So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
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You can have it back
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So where's all the mad rappers at
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It's like a jungle in this habitat
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But all you savage cats
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Knew that I was strapped wit gats
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When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
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Forgot About Dre (feat. Eminem)
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| Dr. Dre |
