| Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
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| Of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
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| Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave
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| And them Detroit players, y’knowhatImean?
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| And we gonna go to the phone lines right now
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| Caller.
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| Caller my ass! |
| You know who this is
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| Look I’m mad as hell
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| First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album
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| No show I didn’t get on it
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| Then he signed these niggas D-12, these lil' punk ass niggas
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| Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named
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| Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
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| The «Well Known Asshole» brought y’all horror
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| Then the industry saw interest in me
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| Now I’m Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
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| Mr. Trice, the name has occured
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| In your conversation, but the face is a blur
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| And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
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| Got word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin
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| Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
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| Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
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| Different species (AHHH!)
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| Shittin on you punk motherfuckers
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| With a Dirty Dozen type of feces |