Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care My enemies crack corn, but I don't care You can be black, white or a albino yeah You can have corn rows inside your hair I give a fuck if I don't like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it See if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit You can just keep making them tired old threats A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah See me, but don't dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah From outta nowhere, you might find your career Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah)
[Chorus - Eminem]
See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where)
[Verse 2 - Eminem]
Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit Knowing deep down, they really just wanna squash it Cause no one wants to walk around, stepping in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em' And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum' We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm Shady Limited's in any size yo, Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiya' Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her Right in the ass with KY, yes sir! So full of joy, boy am I absurd Even Chingy would tell you 'Yea boi don't curr'
[Chorus - Eminem]
See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is G-Unit at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where)
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair Ya friend should've know not to front round here Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where A beautiful day, without drama is rare Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up player In the hood politicin, like I'm running for mayor riding, winding, dining and shining, know what I'm saying I ain't got time for fucking around, and horseplaying I'm making hits, my homies taking hits, who's staying
[Chorus - Eminem]
See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they like (We over here) And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where)
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