[Dr Dre] 

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G 

But I been low key 

Hated on by most these niggas 

Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys 

No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's 

Mad at me cause 

I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries 

Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks 

To add to the wall full of plaques 

Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies 

But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze 

Hoe Please 

You better bow down on both knees 

Who you think taught you to smoke trees 

Who you think brought you the oldies 

Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's 

And a group that said muthafuck the police 

Gave you a tape full of dope beats 

The bomb weed stroll through in you hood 

And when your album sales wasn't doin too good 

Who's the doc that he told you to go see 

Ya'll better listen up closely 

All you niggas that said that I turned pop 

Or the the Firm flop 

ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep 

So fuck ya'll all of ya'll 

If ya'll don't like me blow me 

Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me 

And turn me back to the old me 


[chorus] x2 [Eminem] 


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say 

But nothin comes out when they move they lips 

Just a buncha gibberish 

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre 


[Eminem] 

So what do you say to somebody you hate 

I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way 

Wanna resolve things in a brotherly way? 

And study your tape of NWA 

One day I was walkin by 

Wit a walkmen on 

When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye 

And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani 

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not 

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge 

But I'm drunk as fuck 

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage 

Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off 

Fuck you too bitch call the cops 

I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs 

And when the cops came through 

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house 

Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches 

And still one found out 

From here on out it's the Chronic 2 

Startin today and tomorrows the new 

And I'm still loco and nuts 

To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew 

<Record scratch> 

Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies 

In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up 

And the temp goes up to the mid 80's 

Callin men ladies 

Sorry Doc but I been crazy 

There is no way that you can save me 

It's ok go with him Hailey 


[chorus] x2 


[Dr Dre] 

If it was up to me 

You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me 

Wit your hands out lookin up to me 

Like you want somethin free 

When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me 

But now that I got this little company 

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease 

But you won't get a crumb from me 

Cause I'm from the streets of 

I told em all 

All them little gangstas 

Who you think helped mold 'em all 

Now you wanna run around and talk about guns 

Like I ain't got none 

What you think I sold 'em all 

Cause I stay well off 

Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off 

What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad 

Tryna get this damn label off 

I ain't havin that 

This is the millenium of Aftermath 

It ain't gonna be nothin after that 

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap 

You can have it back 

So where's all the mad rappers at 

It's like a jungle in this habitat 

But all you savage cats 

Knew that I was strapped wit gats 

When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch 


[Chorus] x3