(feat. Slaughterhouse)
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Yo, T
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What?
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Get in the backroom
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And speak the truth to the young youth!
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Hey,' don't leave home without your cars
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But this is hip hop, so don't leave home without your balls
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And for some of these rap start, that's just too bad
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You can't bring out the balls that you ain't never had!
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It's Eminem, it's Slaughterhouse,
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Yeah, you know we're the truth
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And the game and all the audiences, we close the booth!
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Yes, indeed, original, speak the replacement cause
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The back room will never be what the basement was!
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Yeah, I'm the realest mother** that I know
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Wasn't always the case, guess you figured I had to grow
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I do it for the love, I don't do it for the dough
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But I know these sucker figures well, so they keep me on my toes.
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What that is I couldn't tell you what I'm hated for
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And the painkillers didn't murder pain, they gave me more!
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These friends on my head, now they say they want to hold you
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I grew up mature, you all could see that this an old joke!
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Want to see me lose every battle with depression
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No matter what it do to me, no matter my regression
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They want to see me fall, want to ruin my regiment from the start
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Want to cut the beat off soon as I let 'em in my heart!
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I'd be the first to admit it, lost focus for a while
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Sending unsolicited bitch.. to' shit
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Was so high I lost track of my ways
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Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age
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The way she act and behave, was it an act or a phase?
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How you trife when I gave you life, you was lacking in wage!
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You don't want say hi or speak to me,
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Bet you making 200 dollars by weekly
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Try to help the world out, bring some reparation
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And forget being humble in a state of desperation
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Ain't gotta ask what to help with no hesitation
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And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation!
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I love you but its best we stay apart, segregation
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And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication.
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Trust me I don't never want to see that side of Joe
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It would kill us all slow,
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One reason I'm the realest mother-mother I know!
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Hey, hey!
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Ya, it's Nickle, riding round in that Maserati four seat
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Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Stark's gold teeth
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Best rapper alive and you know me
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The most distinguished shooter
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That's coming up out of the D since Joe D.
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I take mines at lead point
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At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove
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In a razor inside a fed joint, uh
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Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died
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Only fear I have is hear world star being yelled from my blind side.
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Don't get me wrong it ain't like I ain't never lost a fight
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But these days I'm more like a lyrical artist.
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I'm outlining everybody in chalk white
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The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse
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The same blueprint, your idolizing
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You're trying to jump fast, that's foolish
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If you're my drunk past and handing me my pilot's license.
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That's plain stupid, your boys a star
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Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar
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Its ironic I remember when I couldn't afford a car
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And now it's back and forth,
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the black one or white one I call 'em Macklemore
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And Lord Jamar, first we defying the odds
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We not a group, we more like a circular firing squad!
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This not a booth, this is our house and we won't stop
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We killed the ' two times already
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What you gonna give us an award?
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But we won't stop for shutting down the internet
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Now tell your momma how I tell Rihanna, 'we ain't finished yet!'
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Yo, yo
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When we step in that booth, that's when the flame enters
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Best spit, make any set trip, yeah its the gang members
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Waving that shady flag, navy jag, matching the' fit,
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With the polo brief showing due to the lazy sag.
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I'm in a crazy kind of place
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I got this thing right on my waist
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That'll leave tears on your baby momma's face, so chill!
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I'm in a crazy kind of place, I got this thing below my waist
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That'll leave kids on your baby momma's face for real!
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The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules
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Your cap just started snapping
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My starter caps was snapping when cross color was cracking
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And my cane was half full.
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With the half moon park, |