(Dr. Dre)
Yeah, yo lets bring it

[Chorus x2](Eminem)
What you gonna do when s**t hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Show us you as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard

(Dr. Dre)
N****s is so gangsta, n****s is thugs
Niggas'll spend their whole life pedlin drugs
Slangin dope and hopes of one day
Bein able to own they own label
And give the game up
Some n****s came up
And some just didn't
Its just the way it is
If it aint minute just?
Some niggas'll get money
And pay n****s to back em
So they can act up
Feel comfortable an rap tough
And that's a** backwards
Them niggas'll keep comin back
And that's when extortion happens
Struggle to get free
I know how this s**t be
You give anything that look legitimately
But you gonna find if you do get in this industry
That its best to do bussiness with me then against me
N****s get behind mics and aint even emcees
N****s get on mtv just to diss me
This s**t don't even piss me off
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Watching you saddle life in my bentley
You n****s aint even got a car
Youre so far under my radar
I don't even know who the f**k you are
I tell you to suck my d**k while I'm pissing
I don't even listen to ya s**t
To know who the f**k I'm dissing
And media just feeds into these feuds
Trying to add fuel to the fire
This little n***a Ja Rule
Talking about hes gonna slap me
N***a please you gotta jump
And swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview em
All they doing is making fake threats to us through em
Ya p***y ya not Pac I knew em
Pac was a real n***a, you just a fuking insult to him
Its too bad, we had a fall out before he passed
Because if he could he see this s**t now
He'd be whoopin your a**
Youre talkin to a pioneer who engineered this s**t
For nineteen years who ya got in ya ear Ssssss (Suge)
I aint even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit trying to be tough n***a,
You look like a a*****e

[Chorus x2]

(Obie Trice)
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only piece to crease
Is that which deletes ya peeps
Cuz n****s run mouths but they don't want streets
Till that 4-5 decease ya speech
Ya its a shame how the beef'll creep
Coulda reached ya peak
Now ya left with a horrible leap
I'm trying to be as bleep
With my speech as possible
Just incase a n***a try to throw me an obstacle
N***a I'm not boxing you
I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital that's how I get at you
Let the doc op on you he don't rid you
You back on them streets
I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition ya tissue
Give a f**k if you bring all ten of them with you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentleman fickle
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the woman and b***h in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis pull ya skirt up n***a ya got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off damn
And quit tellin all these magazines ya plans
How you gonna slap up my man, ya fictious
N***a we'll send stan to come murder ya b*****s

[Chorus x2]

(Obie Trice)
Hahaha.. Yeah, go hide behind
All the gangstas you want n***a
Matter of fact go get every
Gangster from every hood
In the United States of America
To back you n***a,
Aint nobody riding with you
You can't see that
You fell off n***a
Hahaha, damn!
Shady / Aftermath motherfucka
2003 to infinite yeah!
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