[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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How come we dont even talk no more
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And you dont even call no more
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We dont barely keep in touch at all
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And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
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And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
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After all the years we been down
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Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
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We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
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So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' i went
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So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
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When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
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Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
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You even had the same type of childhood i did
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Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
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And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
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We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
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To both yours and mine surprises
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Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
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As much as your pride tries to hide it
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Your cold, you touch its like ice
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In your eyes is the look of resenment
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I can sense it, and i dont like it
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
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It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
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On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
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So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
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Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
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Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
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But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
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I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
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Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
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Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
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But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
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Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
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When all i tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
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And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
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You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
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But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
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But dont hate the game or the player
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Cuz the one that is changing is you
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Proof]
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You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
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Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
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Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
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Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
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Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
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Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
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But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
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Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
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See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
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Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
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I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
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And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
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(how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
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And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
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And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
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We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
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[Chorus]
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How Come
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