| Ladies and gentleman
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| You are now about to witness the strength
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| Of Aftermath straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton
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| Put your hands together for Game b! |
| tch
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| Hahahaha
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| Yeah mothafuckas
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| Compton’s back on the mothafuckin map
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| Aftermath in that ass bitch
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| Game let’s go
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| Me and Marshall ain’t start shit they listen to our shit
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| They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
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| I’m tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
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| Make my mother proud that her son made it out
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| But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist
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| They say shit but fuck them,
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| Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was
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| We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em
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| Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit
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| Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and
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| How could I not sell a million when I’m rappin' on Dre hits
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| Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit
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| The media is bullshit now we can’t even say bitch
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| They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
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| At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts
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| Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
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| They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain’t racin'
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| Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit
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| I’m so sick and tired this black shit this white shit
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| So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain’t gon' like this
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| So they callin us
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| This day the game won’t ever be the same
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| Things just ain’t the same for gangstas
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| The game just isn’t the same its changing
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| To new Game
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| You’re now about to witness the power
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| Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I’m making
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| If I’m faking, I’m Clay Aiken
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| You ain’t 50 and you ain’t Game, you lame, you’re tame
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| Your mind’s lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch
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| You will end up in the same situation, same shit
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| Different day, just with different gangstas in your face
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| Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
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| Think of what you’ll say to Pastor Mase and save it
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| For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
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| Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations
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| That he had somebody blasted
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| The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
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| And the victim’s penis up his ass, a basket case
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| And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
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| Me no kiss ass, and if that’s the case, then we ain’t going…
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| This day the game won’t ever be the same
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| Things just ain’t the same for gangstas
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| The game just isn’t the same its changing
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| To new Game
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| You’re now about to witness the power
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| Low get Dre on the phone quick
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| Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit
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| I’m walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick
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| I’ma do Shady numbers, I’m ridin' my own dick
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| Yeah the chrome sick, the window’s tinted
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| If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton
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| These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
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| Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I’ll throw your demo out the window
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| For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got
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| From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot
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| With a glock that don’t phase me,
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| I’m crazy why you think I’m rhyming with Shady?
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| I don’t care if the radio don’t play me, I say what I say when I feel like I’m
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| feelin today
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| And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
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| I can’t even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks
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| So I’m gone bitch
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| We ain’t goin no where so fuck you
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| This day the game won’t ever be the same
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| Things just ain’t the same for gangstas
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| The game just isn’t the same its changin
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| To new Game
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| You’re now about to witness the power |