Eminem – You Wanna Be Me

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo’ heat, na nah nah nah nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it’s so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal’s single, Bonnie’s broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can’t keep they hands to theyself no more
I’m like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

[Nakarat]
Wanna be me, you can’t you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you – wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I’m the one and only
But you – wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn’t come close on my worst day
But you – wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

[Nas]
You can’t be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It’s childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I’ll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That’s the thing I hate the most, can’t even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I’m your fuckin C-section
Plus I’m the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you’ll realize that I made you

[Nakarat]

[Nas]
You can’t be me, I’m tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I’m past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player’s ball, Brianni suits, y’all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit’ll take place
Evil as Hitler’s hate-race people
This is God son, and I’ve come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you’ll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you’ll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I’m the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster’s theme, while you entertain me
If I ain’t cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns’ll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

[Nakarat]

You can’t be me

Eminem – You Don’t Know (ft 50cent,Lloyd Banks)

Albüm Adı : Eminem Presents Re-Up

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know

[50 Cent]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause I�m in control
Hypnotic hennessy a couple shots of patron
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ent settled the limit, I ent snapping and popping
Even though I�m bopping my head though I�m just standing there watching
I�ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that I�m paid
And I protect what I got, I�m in a house with my blade
Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe I�ve said it
Cause I want you to trip it, yea I be on that shit hit
You should see when I�m stuntin�, My flash is sposed to be warning
Push the grip see me rollin�, you can tell that I�m holdin�
I�m just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey shady with me, you front you�ll havta get me
Off your ass, I�ll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal it�s nothing but some cash
Lets Go�

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know

[Eminem]
When me and fif� got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It�s no pretend shit its friendship meaning this is assuming
This ent him it�s just media see the image is images
With the shit its new gimmicks, its jus blood in and blood out
When there�s beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out,
If there�s a problem we solve it, we don�t resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
And we should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever�s holding the most current beef on they�re shoulders
And the soldiers got their back s to the toper
But tonight we ent come in here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it�s Shady, Aftermizath, packin� that ass
You wizass, comizo what kinda bizucko musician is that?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know

[Cashis]
Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding, J.F.K
H.K to ya chest plate cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever I�ma be a Shady seven four gangsta
Plus I�ll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumping it all beef
You keep talking shit now the squad gone called me

[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dapadon cap of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ent my cup of tea, can�t tell I�ma fucking G?
I�m all automatic when I�m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I�ma walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And I�m always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?
So what?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don�t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don�t know
Who run it?

Eminem – Yellow Brick Road

[Intro]
What we have to do is deal with it when these idividuals are young enough. If you wish to be
saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or
which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should
move up from our parents station and each generation should do a little bit better.

[Verse 1- Eminem]
Come on, let’s cut the bullshit enough
Let’s get it started, let’s start addressing this issue and open it up
Let’s take this shit back to bassmint
And we can disscuss statements thats made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy
Let’s rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory
I’d like to share a story, this is my story and cant no body tell it for me
You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don’t belong here
You’ve made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
>From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
>From the black side all the way to the white side
Okay there’s a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin my ass
Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious oh well known tracks

[Chorus x2]
Come on lets go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
I once used to call home sweet home

[Verse 2- Eminem]
I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter
Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike
Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke
And steal a god damn bike from somebody’s backyard
And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark
To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama’s them dramas after dark
To sneak me in the house when I’m kicked out my mom’s
Thats about the time I first met Proof when poof he’d carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I’m out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place
And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit with compound syllables sound combined
From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we’d meet again somewhere down the line

[Chorus x2]
Come on lets go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
I once used to call home sweet home

[Verse 3- Eminem]
My first year in 9th grade, can’t forget that day at school
It was cool till your man MC Sham came through
And said that Boom was the brain cuz the clan makes troops
It was rumors but man god damned they flew
Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes
I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too
And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday’s news
Guess who came through next, X clam debut
Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green
With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend
We don’t fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Represents black power and we ain’t know what it meant
Me and my man Howard and would go to the mall with ‘em
All over our necks like we’re showin ‘em off not knowin at all
We was bein laughed at you ain’t even half black
You ain’t supposed to have that homie let me grab that
And that Flavor Flave clock we gon’ have to snatch that
All I remember is meetin back at Manix’s basement
Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this
Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
She was tryna two time me and there was this black girl
At our school who thought I was cool cuz I rapped so she was kinda eyein me
And oh the irony guess what her name was ain’t even gon’ say it plus
The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it
Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
And thats the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl
But I’ve heard people say they heard the tape and it ain’t that bad
But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize
I was wrong cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a (bitch?)

[Chorus x2]
Come on lets go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
I once used to call home sweet home

Eminem – Without Me

“Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks” -> Obie Trice
[Giriş]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside

Guess who’s back
Back again
Shady’s back
Tell a friend
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back
guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back..

I’ve created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I’m chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I’ll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that’ll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I’m not co-operating
When I’m rockin the table while he’s operatin (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I’m back, I’m on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband’s heart problem’s complicating
So the FCC won’t let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, rum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit’s about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!

[Nakarat]

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
’til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!

A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*}
And it’s a disaster, such a castastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I’m back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt*} Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I’m gonna
enter in, in the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I’m interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Investing in your kid’s ears and nesting
{*bzzt*} Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here’s my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Nakarat]

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who’s talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizket bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don’t know me, you’re too old, let go
It’s over, nobody listen to techno
Now let’s go, just gimme the signal
I’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*}
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I’m dis-gus-ting
But it’s just me, I’m just obscene
No I’m not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There’s a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It’ll be so empty, without me

[Nakarat]

leh leh leh leh leh
leh leh leh leh leh
leh leh leh leh leh
leh leh leh leh
Kids!

Eminem – Who Knew

“Who Knew”

I never knew I..
I never knew I..
Mic check one-two
I never knew I..
Who woulda knew?
I never knew I..
Who’da known?
I never knew I..
Fuck would’ve thought
I never knew I..
Motherfucker comes out
I never knew I..
and sells a couple of million records
I never knew I..
And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
I never knew I..

[Eminem]
I don’t do black music, I don’t do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*}
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!)
Shit, you probably think I’m in your tape deck now
I’m in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin to straight jump out
put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh – you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my fuckin eyeballs out, and turn em around?
Look – I’ll burn your fuckin house down, circle around
and hit the hydrant, so you can’t put your burning furniture out
(Oh my God! Oh my God!) I’m sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?
[*ewwww*] Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin to censor music, this is for your kid’s amusement
(The kids!) But don’t blame me when lil’ Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin him – apparently you ain’t parents

[Chorus: Eminem]

Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I’d effect this kid
I never knew I’d, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I’d, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I’d effect this kid
I never knew I’d, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I’d, get him to hit this bitch

[Eminem]
So who’s bringin the guns in this country? (Hmm?)
I couldn’t sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London
And last week, I seen a Schwarzaneggar movie
where he’s shootin all sorts of these motherfuckers with a uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row,
screamin “Go,” with their 17-year-old Uncle
I’m like, “Guidance – ain’t they got the same moms and dads
who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?”
And told me that my tape taught ‘em to swear
What about the make-up you allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear?
(Hmm?) So tell me that your son doesn’t know any cuss words
when his bus driver’s screamin at him, fuckin him up worse
(“Go sit the fuck down, you little fuckin prick!”)
And fuck was the first word I ever learned
up in the third grade, flippin the gym teacher the bird (Look!)
So read up, about how I used to get beat up
peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months
My life’s like kinda what my wife’s like (what?)
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass every night, Ike
So how much easier would life be
if 19 million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I never knew I.. knew I’d..
have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don’t got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (what?)
Skibbedy-be-bop, a-Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin some trees (HEY!)
How many retards’ll listen to me
and run up in the school shootin when they’re pissed at a
teach-er, her, him, is it you is it them?
“Wasn’t me, Slim Shady said to do it again!”
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I’m just as fucked up as you woulda been
if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought
Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought
that woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it – I ain’t know if you’d do it or not

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
How the fuck was I supposed to know?

Eminem – White America

Albüm Adı : The Eminem Show

America
hahaha
We love you

How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold

Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song

Or so we’re told…

I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see
so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me
So many lives i touched
So much anger aimed at no perticular direction
Just sprays and sprays
Straight through your radio wavs
It plays and plays
Till it stays stuck in your head
For days and days
who woulda thought standin in this mirror
Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide
Reachin for a T shirt to wear
That i would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this
How can i predict my words
And have an impact like this
I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin me
I aint causin nuttin but problems
And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government
Im lovin it
I shovelled shit all my life
And now im dumpin it on

[Nakarat]
WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
Little erik looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I got to TRL
Look how many hugs i get

Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself
If they were brown
Shady knew shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute
Shady knew Shady’s dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
(ooo baby)
Look at myself!
Lets do the math
If i was black i woulda sold half
I aint have to graduate
From Lincoln High School to know that
But i can rap so fuck school
Im too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the fuckin studio’s at
When i was underground
No one gave a fuck i was white
No lables wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, i was like “Fuck it”
Until i met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And i lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that i got
Was probly his
In exchange for every white fan that he’s got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin back look at this shit wow
Im like “Does this skin work for my benifit now?”

[Nakarat]

See the problem is i speak to suberban kids
Who otherwise
Woulda never knew these words exist
These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
Till i created so much mutha fuckin turbulence
Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms i came
And kids Flipped
When they found out i was produced by Dre
Thats all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too cuz i looked like them
Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin wit a fine toothed comb
Its like this rope waitin to choke
Tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while i write this like “I dont like this, NO!”
All i hear is
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem
In Harlem only In Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
of daughters startin to blossom
Now im catchin the flack from these activists
When they raggin
Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot
Shit
Just look at me like im ya closest pal
A poster child
the mutha fuckin spokesman now!

[Nakarat]

So to the parents of America
I am the damager aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy
Fuck you Ms Cheeney
Fuck you Tipper Gore
Fuck you with the free-este of space this divided state of embarrasment will allow me to have
Fuck You

hahaha! im just playin america, you know i love you

Eminem – When The Music Stops

[Bizzare]
Music, reality, sometimes
it’s hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a
responsibility to these kids
sike

[Eminem]
If I were to die murdered
in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the
lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I’m see-saw battlin
But theres way too much
at stake for me to be fake
There’s too much on my plate
And I came way too far in
this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for?
a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that,
I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up ‘for i get down,
run myself in the ground,
‘for I put some wack shit out
I’m tryin-a smack this one out
the park, five-thousand mark
Ya’ll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain’t gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass,
just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out,
fuck shootin i’m just trying
to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch,
let’s see you freestyle
Talk is cheap,
motherfucker if you’re
really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him
get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can’t
let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain’t rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with
real life when the music stops

[Swift]
There ain’t no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I’m leavin
this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back
at my enemy’s crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I’m every nigga’s favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most
dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger
in the dark dilligently
I’m not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can’t stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigger had a grenade
to squeeze tight to awake
neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man,
son of sam, bitch, I’m surgical
I’l allergic to dyin, you think not?
you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops

[Kon Artist]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would
make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends
turn their back on u dawg
When u ain’t got nothing left
but ur word and ur balls
N ur stress full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin
with their hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that’s the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
Damn!
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all
in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral’s tomorrow,
wonder if they would even
call when the music stops

[Kuniva]
Let’s see how many
of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I’m revved up, who said
what would lead bust
ur head would just explode
With red stuff i’m hand cuffed
tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot
it like a coward, bullets devour
you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas,
i’ll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance
the spirit of man
Death itself, it can’t hurt me,
just the thought of dying
alone that really irks me
u ain’t worthy to speak
thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk
how g’s walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we play
tug of war with your life,
fuck the tour and the mic
I’ll rather fuck a whore with a knife,
deliver that shit the coroner’s like
You high hype poppin’ shit in broad
day light nigga ur a gonna at night

When The Music Stops

[Proof]
Instigators, turn bitch in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya’ll don’t want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I’m a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake
the floor tiles loose
The more ya’ll breach,
the more I moves
This hell street,
this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking
all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news
betcha all ya’ll move
When the uzi pop, you better
drop when the music stop

[Bizzare]
Music’s changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked
since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i’m in jail
93 was strictly RNB
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson,
who go tell me i ain’t Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddie Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson,
i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me
to throw them bows
Now i’m in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head,
i’m going in shock,
I’m reaching for the glock
but the music stops

(Eminem Talking)
Yeah…. it’s my life…. in my own words i guess….

(Verse 1)
Have you ever loved someone so much
You’d give an arm for
Not the expression
No, literally give an arm for
When they know they’re your heart
And you know you were their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma
Turns right around to bite you
And everything you stand for turns on you despite you
What happens when you become the main source of her pain
“Daddy look what i made”
Dad’s got to go catch a plane
“Daddy where’s mommy?”
“I can’t find mommy, where is she?”
“I don’t know, go play, Hailey baby, your Daddy’s busy”
“Daddy’s writin’ a song, the song ain’t gon’ write itself”
“I’ll give you one underdog, and you got to swing by yourself”
Then turn right around in that song, and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother who’s a splittin’ image of her
That’s Slim Shady
Yeah baby Slim Shady’s crazy
Shady made me
But tonight, Shady’s rock-a-bye-baby, huh…

(Chorus)
And when I’m gone, just carry on
Don’t mourn, rejoice
Everytime you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that, I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And i didn’t feel a thang
So baby don’t feel no pain
Just smile back
And when I’m gone, just carry on
Don’t mourn, rejoice
Everytime you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that, I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And i didn’t feel a thang
So baby don’t feel no pain
Just smile back…

(Verse 2)
I keep havin’ this dream
I’m pushin’ Hailey on the swings
She keeps screamin’ she don’t want me to sing
“You’re makin’ Mommy cry”
“Why? Why is Mommy cryin’?”
“Baby Daddy ain’t leavin’ no more”
“Daddy you’re lyin’”
“You always say that, you always say this is the last time”
“But you ain’t leavin’ no more, Daddy you’re mine”
She’s pilin’ boxes in front of the door
Tryin’ to block it
“Daddy please, Daddy don’t leave, Daddy, no stop it”
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
Its got her picture
“This’ll keep you safe, Daddy take it with ya”
I look up, it’s just me standin’ in the mirror
These fuckin’ walls must be talkin’
Cause man I can hear ‘em
They’re sayin’ you got one more chance to do right
And it’s tonight
Now go out there and show ‘em that you love ‘em ‘fore it’s too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It turns to a stage
They’re gone, and the spotlight is on
And I’m singin’

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Sixty thousand people
All jumpin’ out their seat
The curtain closes
They throwin’ roses at my feet
I take a bow
And thank you all for comin’ out
They’re screamin’ so loud
I take one last look at the crowd
I glanced down
I don’t believe what I’m seein’
“Daddy it’s me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin’”
“But baby we’re in Sweden”
“How did you get to Sweden?”
“I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren’t leavin’”
“You lied to me Dad, and now you made Mommy sad”
“And i bought you this coin, it says NUMBER ONE DAD”
“That’s all i wanted, i just want to give you this coin”
“I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin’”
“But baby wait…”
“It’s too late Dad, you made your choice”
“Now go out there and show ‘em that you love ‘em more than us”
“That’s what they want, they want you Marshall they keep”
“Screamin’ your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep”
“Just take another pill, yeah i bet you you will”
“You rap about it”
“Yeah, Word, K-K-Keep It Real”
I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t see
How could it be, that the curtain is closin’ on me?
I turn around, find a gun on the ground
Cock it, put it to my brain
Scream “Die Shady” and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes
The plane that i was supposed to be on crashes
And burns to ashes
That’s when i wake up
Alarm clocks ringin’
There’s birds singin’
It’s spring and, Hailey’s outside swingin’
I walk right up to Kim and kiss her
Tell her I miss her
Hailey just smiles and winks at her little sister
Almost as if to… say….

(Chorus)

Eminem – Whatever You Want

Albüm Adı : The Re Up

[Intro: Eminem]
Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)
I told you we wasn’t leavin, c’mon!

[Swifty McVay]
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)
Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldn’t prevent me from shittin on niggaz
Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man’s face
so fast it’ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith ‘n Wessons
just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)
Parental discretion, I’ll send you a video
with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo’ innocence
I’ll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo’ egg Bene-dick {AHH!}
Usin yo’ balls to play tennis with (hah)
You’ll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses

[Chorus 2X: Swifty McVay]
(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn’t killin shit
(WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
(DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry

[Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter]
You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse, and you ain’t got no balls
Come runnin with tec-9’s whenever niggaz would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
I don’t give a FUCK, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one
That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
situations you in, don’t get that “Purple Pills” shit confused
with us bein cool up here singin “My Band”
I’m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
They’ll do anything for a fuckin autograph
So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
I’ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That’s what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back
Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress
I guess I’m just too fresh, to finish that line
Denaun’s ain’t next

[Chorus]

Eminem – Welcome To Detroit (feat. Trick Trick)

[Hook- Eminem]
Where’s my gangstas and all my thugs?
Throw them hands up and show some some love and uhh
Welcome to Detroit City
I said welcome to Detroit City
Every place everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That’s whats good man they all say Tricky

[Verse 1- Eminem]
Click click boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear ‘em holla Goon Squad in this bitch
Let me hear you holla Good Squad in this bitch
Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave. in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain’t got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky
I’ma dial 911 like a mufuckin’ punk, fuck that, bla bla
I’ma call that rude boi from Detroit Trick Trick
Quick come pick me up, bring them guns
Come to the club, meet me out front
There’s some chump up in this bitch
Poppin’ some junk cause he’s drunk
And we may have to fuck his ass up
Cause uh somethin’ smells a lil fishy
And I don’t like the way his boys keep lookin’ at me
So homie come get me, Chedda boys what up though I see you
Rock Bottom, yea I see you, all my Detroit people
Where you at man, let me see them hands in the sky
Detroit mufuckas till we die

[Hook- Eminem]
Where’s my gangstas and all my thugs?
Throw them hands up and show some some love and uhh
Welcome to Detroit City
I said welcome to Detroit City
Every place everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That’s whats good man they all say Tricky

[Verse 2- Trick Trick]
Homie it’s been a long time comin’ and I’m straight with that
Marshall done called me to 54 and laced the track
This the beat, you hear it bangin’, he produced it himself
My bad, almost forgot to introduce myself
My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Squad
And gangsta been bangin’ the underground since ‘95, we’re banginElected to be the villain and certified a menace
Holdin’ it down since I paroled up outta prison
You heard about me, you just didn’t know it was me
All the treacherous, evil deeds of the D you never see
Pickin’ that kid up in the game, I just wasn’t chasin’ the fame
I been chasin’ the paper product and givin’ lames the pain
Accusations of violence you know you done heard of that
A quarter of a million dollars for beatin’ a murder rap
And my boy holdin’ me up, Shady done put it out
Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house

[Hook- Eminem]
Where’s my gangstas and all my thugs?
Throw them hands up and show some some love and uhh
Welcome to Detroit City
I said welcome to Detroit City
Every place everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That’s whats good man they all say Tricky

[Verse 3- Trick Trick]
Ayo Em, you ever need one of these weapons come get it
From now on every beef that you get in homie I’m in it
I been ridin’ for this city, from the low to right
I been whippin’ on mothafuckas for the longest time
So its evident, its time for Trick to get it fast
The publicy they ain’t appreciate my criminal past
Authorities tried to stop me but they couldn’t get far
Got a fanbase thats bigger than an average star
I’m satisfied with it bein’ my time to shine
And I freak from the precinct for violent crimes
I ain’t sayin’ the shit that I’m sayin’ so girls can feel me
Only speakin’ on what I know so the world can hear me
So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin’ my nigga
He reached back to Detroit and grabbed a winner
So the gangstas and thugs, we embrace the love
And beat the hell outta anyone that fucks with us

[Hook- Eminem]
Where’s my gangstas and all my thugs?
Throw them hands up and show some some love and uhh
Welcome to Detroit City
I said welcome to Detroit City
Every place everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That’s whats good man they all say Tricky

[Outro- Trick Trick]
Yeah
Trick Trick
Eminem
Wonder boy
Shady
It’s goin down baby
Ayo Em
I got your back my nigga
Damn right I said my nigga
That’s my nigga
Tricky