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(Dr.Dre)
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Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
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But I've been low key
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Hated on by most the niggas
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With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
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No boats, no snowmobiles, and no ski's
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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 do u think taught you to smoke trees
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Who do u think brought you the O.G.'s
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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 gave you a group that said muthaf--- 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 that I turned pop
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Or the Firm Flop
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Ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
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so f--- 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 f---in around wit me
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And turn me back to the old me
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[chorus] x2 [Eminem]
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Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
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But nothin comes out when they move their lips just a buncha gibberish
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And muthaf---as act like they forgot about Dre
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[Eminem]
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So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
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Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way
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Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?(YUP)
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Then study your tape of N.W.A.
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One day I was walkin by wit a Walkman on
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when I caught a guy, givin me an awkward eye,
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So strangled him off in the parking lot wit his Karl Kani
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I don't give a f--- if it's dark or not
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I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
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when I'm drunk as f---
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right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage
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Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
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f--- you too b---- call the cops
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I'ma kill you and them loud a-- muthaf---in barkin dogs
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And when the cops came through
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Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
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Wit a can fulla gas and a handfull of matches
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And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
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>From here on out it's the Chronic 2
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Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
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And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death witha Charleston chew
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Slim Shady, Hotter than a set of twin babies
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In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
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When the temp goes up to the mid 80's
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Callin' men ladies
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Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
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There is no way that you can save me
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It's ok, go with him, Hailey (Da-DAH?)
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Chorus[x2] (Eminem)
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Dr. Dre
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If it was up to me
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you niggas would stop comin up to
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me with your hands out lookin' up
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to mo 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 gots new company everybody wanna come to me like it was some
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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(Compton,Compton)
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I told 'em all
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All 'em little gangstas
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Who do u think helped mold 'em all
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Now you wanna run around
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talkin' bout guns
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like I ain't got none
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what, u 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
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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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tryin' ta get this damn label off
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I ain't havin that
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this is the millennium of Aftermath
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It Ain't gonna be nothin' after that
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so give me one more Platinum Plaque
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And F--- rap, 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 the habitat
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But all you savage cats know that I was strapped wit gats when you were
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cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
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Eminem[chorus x3]
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Forgot About Dre
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| Eminem And Dr. Dre |
