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    There's not much you could do or say to phase me
    People think I'm a little bit crazy
    I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll
    Have to step in every once in a while to save me
    To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
    Sometimes I forget what other people just may think
    A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me
    If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me
    I maybe a little too fast paced and racy
    Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
    'cause I say so many rhymes, it may seem
    like I'm goin' too fast 'cause my mind is racing
    And I could give a fuck what category you place me
    Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone
    As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
    When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z
    For every single die hard fan who embraced me
    I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me
    And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me
    Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me
    In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me
    It only made me what I am today, see
    Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me
    You ain't gonna make or break me
    Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G
    You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening
    'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me
    And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me
    You had all this time to think about it
    Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me
    'Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day
    That we finally meet in the same place to see

    Chorus [Nate Dogg]
    No matter how many battles I've been in and won
    No matter how many magazines on my nuts
    No matter how many Mc's I've end up
    Ohh, it's never enough
    No matter how many battles I've been in and won
    No matter how many magazines on my nuts
    No matter how many Mc's I eat up
    Ohh, ohh, it's never enough

    [50 Cent]
    My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it (Uh oh)
    It gets worse when I go back to the basics
    You go, say the wrong shit and get your face split
    The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it
    The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit
    Graze it, your peace talk, save it
    Your shit sounds dated, you're overrated
    I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers
    If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse
    Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
    I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it
    To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic
    My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it
    Chew it or pop it, roll a bag of the chocolate
    Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it
    When it's hot, it's hot
    Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it


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