| Oh, so I’m out the game huh?
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| Yo Dre, we ridin?
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| Whatever
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| Well I’m wit ya homie
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| Ok, Let’s handle this small sh*t
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| I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up sh*t
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| Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
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| Grew up too quick went through too much shit
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| Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, b*tch
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| Thick 'n rich, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
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| Dre told me to milk this sh*t for what it’s worth
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| Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth
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| And if I fumble the verse, keep going
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| First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
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| No punches, pull no punches, that’s weak shit
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| Fake shit if I ever take shit, I eat sh*t
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| Wasn’t for him? |
| Wouldn’t be sh*t
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| Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
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| Been here longer than anyone in the game
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| And I ain’t got to lie about my age
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| But what about Jermaine?
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| Fuck Jermaine, he don’t belong speakin mine or Timbaland’s name
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| And don’t think
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| I don’t read your little interviews and see what your sayin
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| I’m a giant, and I ain’t gotta move till I’m provoked
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| When I see you, I’ma step on you and not even know it
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| Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You's
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| Runnin around your backyard swimming pools
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| Over 80 million records sold
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| And I ain’t had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Second verse, it gets worst
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| It gets no better than this
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| Amatuers drink veteran piss
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| From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
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| Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
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| We’ll rub it in, every club your in, we’ll have you
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| Blackballed and make sure you never rap-a-f*ckin'-gain
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| Dre ain’t havin it as long as Im here, play Devil’s Advocate
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| If there was some magic shit I could wave
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| Over the indusrty that could save it when I’m gone
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| And buried to make sure the tradition carries on
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| I would
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| If I could only use this power for good
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| I wouldn’t, not even if I could
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| From the hood and I’m a hornet
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| And I’ma only sting when I’m cornered
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| And I’ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
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| And swing to knock somebody’s fuckin head off
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| Cuz I know, when they get up, I won’t get a chance to let off
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| Another punch, I’m punk-rock, no one’s punk
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| Don’t give a f*ck, white Pac, so much spunk
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| When I was little I knew I would blow up
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| And sell a mill or grow up to be a Atiller
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| Go nuts and be a killer
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| And I’m somethin of a phenom
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| One puff of the chron
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| I’m unstoppable, I’m alive, I’m on top again
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| There’s no obstacle that I can’t conquer
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| So come along with us (Come On)
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Now anybody who knows Dre
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| Knows I’m about fast cars and Alize, partyin all day
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| But I handle my business cuz it’s work before play
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| Don’t look for trouble but I serve you gourmet
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| However you want it, you could have it your way
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| You f*ck my night up, I’ma f*ck up your day
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| Bullet with your name, sendin it your way
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| That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway
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| Cuz this is my space, you invade it
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| Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it
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| F*ck around and you’ll get annihilated
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| Eyes diliated
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| Like my old lady?
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things
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| Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things
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| Little hit of Dre’s weed, I can do anything
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| Catch a contact then I’m gone and I’m back
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| I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad
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| And I can pull any string
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| Don’t have to prove anything
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| Catch a contract on your head
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| You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
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| You better get a vest, then invest in something
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| To protect your head and neck
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| And it’s back and forth all day like Red and Meth
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| I joke when I say I’m the best in the booth
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| But a lot of truth is said in jest
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| And if I ever do live to be a legend
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| I’ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source
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| Ain’t holdin' my f*ckin breath
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| But I suffocate for the respect
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| Fore I breath the collect the f*ckin check
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Cuz what you say is what you say
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| Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
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| Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
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| So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?
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| Watch your f*ckin' mouth
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| Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said s*ck my d*ck |