[Eminem] Nowadays everybody just wanna poke there nose in our business What is this some kinda joke Everywhere I go all Ia??m hearing is more talk Whata
[Eminem:] Yeah, told you we'd be back. Welcome 2 hell [Verse 1: Eminem] There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off So cold I done froze my butt off
find another fucking hornet's nest to stir up. We rap like we're on... Hook I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, speed. Hand me a- ha, classic! It's Eminem
Weed, Hennessy, Vodka, I?m on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I?m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed Uh, classic! It?s Eminem and him again, my sentiments
my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I?fm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
a classic The Eminem Show was fantastic But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it I guess enough time just ain't passed, yet A couple more years, that shit
know his motherfuckin' name nigga Bobby Creek He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga I'm Cashis Mixtape was a classic Ep is a classic LP is that shit Dark
stick Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..." Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and through the lows they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo [Royce] Classical
if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I?fm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic
ballin' Im jim jones With rims on that blue aston martin Interior like my skin tone Most of these rappers want me dead Shit I been goin' Two classic,
t been to the hood, well how the fuck I find Game? I studied this rap shit, still a "Hundred Miles and Runnin'" Still makin Aftermath classics You might
Verse 1 - The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son
I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane [Ice Cube] Oh shit, it's N.W.A.! Them niggaz on tour and they comin our way Lil' Eminem is still tucked
