[Intro]
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Shady, we're back
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[Verse 1 - Eminem]
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Nothin' can stop and nothin' can change it
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you better just make new living arrangements,
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if you think your the top and king of the castle
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You about to get thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
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All I hear is, I'm best at this an I'm best at that,
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but I don't hear my name No man brought up in rap
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and I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that
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but when they say one of the best, im nowhere thought of as that
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Not even the same league as Jay-Z
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Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they'll name me
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Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ
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or say "he ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay-Z
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Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat
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but I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
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And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-i-o
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And they play 'em 20 times in a row daily"
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And that very well may be the same reason they don't say me
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when they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me
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Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
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and make it big-big-big-big-b-baby
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[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
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So maybe the 80's made me crazy, I been tryin' to get my weight
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up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paid the ways
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So lately mind state's get better each day, replay my relay race
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when I was chasin' the a fey at 18, 8 years later his voice in Beijing
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no choice I chase cream so..
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[Eminem]
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Shady, we're back
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[Verse 3 - Stat Quo]
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This is what I eat, sleep, breath an feed my kids whatever I feel my family needs
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I treat the mic like the block, fought with my rocks an squeeze critics who expect me to under achieve
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I just deal with the hate I receive, I rollin' back my sleeves, ? show other bree with bran wrapped to
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his knees?
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An tell him suck my dick, take a bow an leave with a sack full of amar cheese, I found it hard to believe
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Who the bullet perceive to be G's an claim there runnin' shit, nigga I run me
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An as a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me, that same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E
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Folk in the hood asking where I be, dawg I'm out in Hawaii, don't like it drink my pee
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Record songs for the Detox LP, feet don't fail heat, niggas got me bent like cranberry and bellvee?
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I'ma die wealthy, boss of the game, what the fuck they goin' tell me, A-Town's own tre, Aftermath Shady
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[Eminem]
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Shady, we're back
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[Verse 4 - Bobby Creek]
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Y'all market y'all own block, they see me ???? that, rap game's an old flame my nigga I want 'em back
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Like mic check, pimp for what it's worth I got the right knit, sittin' here excited by some shit that
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aint right yet
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No regret, live by a cold June, no bot, y'all niggas won't be satisfied 'till I show ??, go out on the
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limb with Em 'cause I'm with him, put a barrel to they apparel to you an some of them
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Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie, Shady Records re-introduced you niggas to multi, so
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hot, all the light that they given me an the haters like a chauffer because it's have driven me
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To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome, I don't give a fuck about chu nigga I'm just livin' me
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We the reason for the season so I'm just breezin' through the track, nigga
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[Eminem]
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Shady
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[Verse 5 - Cashis]
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I can prove I'm here to somethin' you never do, from hand to hand coke sales for my revenue
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I ain't been to a bucks an why I ain't snuck a weapon through, there's no
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background reveals a 1-8-7-2, 'till the block I'm the truth, to the cops I'm the proof
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And if a nigga's still out there you just gotta shoot, I carry over my street ethics to the booth
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In the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth, the difference between me an you, I already done an
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lived the street life, niggas run away from it, you follow my life, in the Midwest blunted, pitchfork's
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held high, 4 5th by the stomach, you find me right now on the C.A. streets, I'm on the roof of the
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bulidin' shootin' at police, some of the homies feel opposition |