Testi musica canzoni

[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man[E] Right here[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?[E] What's 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 we're in the spotlight or whatever that..[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us[E] and that we won't retaliate[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY[both] MEANS, NECESSARY[E] Right?[Chorus 2X: Eminem]Cause you don't know me, I don't know youSo don't approach me, I won't approach youAnd don't insult me, I won't insult youCause you don't know what I will or I won't do[Xzibit]Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweightBein underrated gave me time to create itCan you relate? I renovate, straight out the gateCarried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hateMillionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plateKidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the faceNo hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my showsYou know how it goes; I might as well kick it at homeBut my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah)Packed up, moved out, started a new familySo all this strugglin for what, so I can blow upmarry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?FUCK THAT, this the fuckin thanks I getfor tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitchYo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)cause you seein more support than I'm seein my childIt's like..[Eminem].. everyday I wake up, another dramaIt's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karmaIf I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longerI might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm herwithout these cameras in our faces like animalsfor your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenueand catch a glimpse of all the suicide attemptsand what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fenceAnd you wonder why I carry every gun under the sunwhether it's unloaded full or an un-registered oneNo bullet, you're so full of shitthis clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull itAnd don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the moodI just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dudeover Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shitDon't tell me bout the show business shitI know what this is, bitch[Chorus][Xzibit]This ain't business, this is personal BITCHYou don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissedI had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm needin this fitShuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5thYo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skilletThis is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugsAin't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on usAin't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'selfI'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealthTo my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I hollaat the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved onesGot, tons of ammo to crack your enamelChangin your channel, you played like a fuckin pianoRidin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camelMillionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannelsI feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch downSpit lines to split spines just to get mineBig behind bitches gettin dick to spit shineSniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dopeBitch-ass nigga that's droppin the soapGet choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-gripand turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit[Eminem]So do I gotta buy a whole block to myselfa front door with twelve locksand have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailboxand everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shotsand one in the chamber, gun in the waistand one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my placetryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are notgonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toysin the front yard without you drivin by honkin your hornscreamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shitOr pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whipAnd so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I liveso my address ends up on the internet againSo then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin themthat if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribsAnd reporters, blow it out of proportion"Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans just for tryin to stand on his porch"And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi!You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifleand climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe youIt's not that I don't like you.... it's just that I'm not behind the micI'm a person who's just like youmore