| You. |
| didn’t, care about me
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| And now this is how it has to be
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| I was lost, but now I am free
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| I’m happy cuz I found a family
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| Whattup Em', it’s ya biggest fan
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| It’s not even necessary to introduce who I am
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| by now, cuz we’re good friends
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| Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In Smoke
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| That’s the day I was gonna cut ya throat
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| I guess my watch was broke -- cuz by the time I woke
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| I seen my watch was twelve hours late and I missed the show
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| But none the less I’m glad that I finally reached you
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| Ever since the accident I’ve been dying to speak to you
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| To tell you things have changed, and I’m a different man
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| A different level of understanding, I’m a different Stan
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| Things are a lot better, I promise I won’t harrass you with any letters
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| Saying shit like «We should be together»
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| I may reach and start a group
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| The industry’s full of homosexuals Slim, but I don’t wanna fuck you
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| I got a new attitude, really, I ain’t mad at you
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| I just wanted you to recognize I got talent too
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| When I say talented, I don’t mean battle kid
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| I mean storytellin, kinda like how ya album is
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| I been attendin counselin and takin medicine
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| They did some tests on me at NIH in Maryland
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| They showed me techniques to help me pressure
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| whenever I remember that crazy night when I was being reckless
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| Drivin with a deathwish, on the bridge and I crashed into a Lexus
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| Right before I finished that last sentence
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| I was listenin to Xzibit’s album «Restless»
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| The next thing I knew I was under water and breathless
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| I was unconscious for a second, literally dying to go to heaven
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| till some fellas came and pulled me from the wreckage
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| They started CPR, then they called the paramedics
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| In retrospect I probably shoulda used a gun to end it
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| By the time the car sunk
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| My pregnant girlfriend was still in the trunk
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| and I was still feelin kinda drunk
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| The ambulance came and they put me on the stretcher
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| Hooked me up to the IV and checked my blood pressure
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| One of them was so concerned that they wouldn’t leave
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| He hopped in the back of the ambulance and rolled up some weed
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| My vision was blurry, I couldn’t really see
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| I just remember his voice talking to me
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| In the emergency room, I needed surgery to get some glass removed
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| and fifty stitches for my wooze
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| After a couple months of therapy,
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| I figured I was as ready as I’d ever be — I wanted to be an emcee
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| He took me to shows wit him, he let me flow wit him
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| He let me write some rhymes and go on tour wit him
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| I really believed in him, I decided to team wit him
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| And now I’m overseas wit him, gettin cheese wit him
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| And I’m emceein wit him, I’m havin the best time of my life
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| And I’m writin the best rhymes of my life
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| He introduces me to people as his lyrical equal
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| Let me write a rhyme on his album and even produce a beat too
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| He ain’t see-through, I can’t see him frontin
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| He’s not the type to call you, just because he needs somethin
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| That’s what I like about him,
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| I wouldn’t want to rock a mic without him
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| He’s got kahunas and he’s not a coward
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| Matta fact, I think he met you
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| It was the day you came to his video shoot with DJ, Jimmy’s nephew
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| 'Clef stepped to him and told him he should step to you
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| That you was ghost writin for L, but that wasn’t true
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| You was lookin at him the same way I’m lookin at you
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| Why can’t we be friends Em', I don’t want nothin from you
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| You see there’s a little bit of Stan in all of us
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| Tell me where you think all of these record sales sparred from
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| Talkin 'bout Britney and Christina Aguilera
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| Nsync too, have you ever looked in a mirror?
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| Your hair ain’t really blonde, and ya eyes ain’t blue
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| So never diss me, cuz when you diss me your dissin you.
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| See. |
| See what happens when you don’t care |