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  • © Copyright Self (snoopforever@rambler.ru)
  • Обновлено: 01/11/2004. 0k. Статистика.
  • Автор музыки: Self
  • Исполняет: Self

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    I want to talk to you

     
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  • Год написания: 2004
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  • D12 - How Come 
    
    [Chorus: Eminem] 
    How come we dont even talk no more 
    And you dont even call no more 
    We dont barely keep in touch at all 
    And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more 
    And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now 
    After all the years we been down 
    Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true 
    We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it"s you 
    
    [Verse 1: Eminem] 
    So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went 
    So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit 
    When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on 
    Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it 
    You even had the same type of childhood i did 
    Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours 
    And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5"d it 
    We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up 
    To both yours and mine surprises 
    Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it 
    As much as your pride tries to hide it 
    Your cold, you touch its like ice 
    In your eyes is the look of resenment 
    I can sense it, and i dont like it 
    
    [Chorus] 
    
    [Verse 2: Kon Artis] 
    
    It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse 
    On my own album with a deal but shit got burst 
    So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first 
    Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste 
    Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit 
    But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit 
    I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her 
    Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk 
    Like yall was husband and wife or somethin 
    But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin 
    Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me 
    When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty 
    And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced 
    You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can"t be loose 
    But i am really you friend, i"m jus trying to tell you the truth 
    But dont hate the game or the player 
    Cuz the one that is changing is you 
    
    [Chorus] 
    
    [Verse 3: Proof] 
    
    You"re only at the top cuz my homie had to stop 
    Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block 
    Homies in the hood only she be on the tube 
    Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who 
    Fools i used to rap with all expect magic 
    Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen 
    But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned 
    Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home 
    See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends 
    Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end 
    I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives 
    And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise 
    (how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight 
    And (how come) it"s my fault for what you did with your life 
    And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away 
    We barely embrace, you can"t even look me in my face. 
    
    [Chorus]
    

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    Niggres

     
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  • ft. 50 Cent
    
    [Bizarre]
    The rap game, hip-hop 101
    The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
    You can't remember shit in no history book
    You ready to rap motherfucker?
    You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
    The rap game will fuck you up
    
    [Swifty McVay]
    I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
    You shoulda slayed me as a baby
    Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven 
    And you ain't even gotta pay me
    I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily
    You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast
    I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
    You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
    Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it
    What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
    I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
    With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga
    You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects
    Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since we smacked
    And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
    But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
    Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
    
    [Eminem]
    I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down
    I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
    When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out
    Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight 
    Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
    Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down
    That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
    And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
    I'm all for America, fuck the government
    Tell that seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick
    Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch
    Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
    Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
    Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
    And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
    Shit's like a samurai sword of Cincy
    Shit just don't change to this day
    I'm this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay
    Upsay my ipnay, 'scuse my ickpay, addelay
    But uckfay the rap game
    
    [Chorus]
    This rap game, this rap game
    I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
    And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
    Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
    This rap game, this rap game
    I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
    I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
    This rap game, this rap game
    
    [Kon Artist]
    I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity
    But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
    And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
    I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
    I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
    If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
    You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
    I lived to this wise, speak on when I want when I write
    So why should I ever fear another man
    If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
    OK, you win, you can say we can't rap
    But no shorts cuz I'm mean (??) say this is whack
    
    [Kuniva]
    I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*}
    Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
    This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
    To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)
    I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty 
    To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
    Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
    I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
    With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
    My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic
    They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic
    Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
    Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften my habit(?)
    
    [Chorus]
    Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
    Make makin' millions look easy
    Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
    Believe me, before you see my pistol in three days
    No time to call a peace treaty
    Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help (??) believe me
    
    [Proof]
    I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
    This is absurd, we street niggas twistin' the words
    We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
    Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common
    But ask this band with gasoline chan
    We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
    No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
    Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
    But to draw on the ground with the form and the pound
    Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around
    So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
    Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)
    
    [Bizarre]
    I'm too fuckin' retarded
    I don't give a fuck about my dick
    That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet
    My crew had an argument, who was the largest
    Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
    Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
    Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract
    I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
    Freezin' 20 below, forced to join (??)
    My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics
    That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
    If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
    Hahahaha, and just say "Look"
    
    [Chorus]
    This rap game, this rap game
    I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
    And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
    Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening
    This rap game, this rap game
    I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
    I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
    This rap game, this rap game
    
    
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