[The Game] Hahahaha, ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength, Aftermath Straight out the mothafuckin' streets of Compton Put your hands together for Game bitch! Hahahaha
[Eminem] Yeah mothafuckas Compton's back on the mothafuckin' map Aftermath in that ass bitch! Game, let's go
[The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit and talk shit about us, but that shit is foul when I'm tryin' to feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But it's hard when they hate us, and think Em a racist They say shit, but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest Like Biggie and Pac was, we started throat was empty and decided to chase it, me him and 50 racin' This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, N.W.A. shit The media is bullshit, now we can't even say "bitch" They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin' Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit I'm so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this So they callin' us
CHORUS (We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you) (We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you) [Eminem] This day, The Game, will never be the same [Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangsters [Eminem] The Game just isn't the same, it's changin' It's a new Game! You're now about to witness the power
[Eminem] Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm makin' If I'm fakin', I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame Bitch, your mind's lost, you ain't ready to make that flame switch You'll end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits wavin' in my face Lookin' for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off, accusations That he had somebody blasted The mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wastin' too much time Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't goin'...
Chorus
[The Game] Lo get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit I'm walkin' through 8 Mile, startin' to get home sick I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted If Eminem is in it, body armor under the panel Ten these niggaz is killin' it, take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window For tellin' me it's hot when it's not and you got what you got From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin' Dre you got shot with a glock that don't phase me, I'm crazy Why the fuck you think I'm rhymin' wit' Shady I don't care if the radio don't play me I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin' today And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets I can't even take my son to cop them G Unit sneaks So I'm gone bitch
Chorus
[Eminem] Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Oh! G shit homie Can't do nothin' but respect So shut yo' ass up, Aftermath motherfucker Haha, Game, Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, G Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Confirmação de Idade
Esta letra possui restrição de idade, você deve ter mais que 18 anos para acessá-la.
Compositores: The Game, EminemPublicado em 2004ECAD verificado fonograma #1931715 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM