[x] pssh, man I need a lighter man
[e] right here
[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?
[e] whats crackin?
[x] hit this shit
[e] ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
[x] psh, is that right?
[e] what is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[e] {*sigh*} because were in the spotlight or whatever that..
[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[e] and that we wont retaliate
[x] protect my motherfuckin self, by any
[both] means, necessary
[e] right?
[chorus 2x: eminem]
Cause you dont know me, I dont know you
So dont approach me, I wont approach you
And dont insult me, I wont insult you
Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do
[xzibit]
Make no mistake, Im the golden state heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and cant stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
Marry a slut but cant watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get
For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
Cause you seein more support than Im seein my child
Its like..
[eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
Its a wonder Im alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
Without these cameras in our faces like animals
For your channel 2 action news to follow our ambulence up the avenue
And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
And what we do in private since they wont let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
Whether its unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, youre so full of shit
This clip is so full itll spit if I dont pull it
And dont give me no bullshit Im not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
Over kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit
Dont tell me bout the show business shit
I know what this is, bitch
[chorus]
[xzibit]
This aint business, this is personal bitch
You dont know xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very fucked up day, Im needin this fit
Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo em its time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, xzibit brain on thugs
Aint no neighborhood thats big enough to bang on us
Aint no love lost my niggaz, relax yoself
Im about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano
Ridin slow through cali like Im ridin a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, tony soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, thats the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga thats droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
And turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit
[eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
A front door with twelve locks
And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
And everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots
And one in the chamber, gun in the waist
And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place
Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not
Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?
And its a disgrace hailey cant play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn
Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit
Or pullin up in my drive like I wont leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
So my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with spin, tellin them
That if someone comes to my crib, ima shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
"oh, now hes pullin guns on his fans
Just for tryin to stand on his porch"
And Im the bad guy, cause I dont answer my door like "hey hi!
You guys wants some autographs? okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle
And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you
Its not that I dont like you..
.. its just that Im not behind the mic
Im a person whos just like you
