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    What You Say

    Dre: Oh, so I'm out the game, huh
    Eminem: Yo Dre, we ridin'?
    Dre: Whatever...
    Eminem: Well I'm wit ya homie
    Dre: Okay, well let's handle the small shit

    Verse 1
    I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit
    grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit, corrupt, and I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch
    thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth, Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth
    till the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth, and if I fumble a verse, keep going, first take
    I make mistakes just keep it, no punches pull, no punches, that's weak shit
    fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll eat shit, wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

    Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane, been here longer than anyone in the game
    and I ain't got to lie about my age, "But what about Jermaine?" Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
    and don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin', I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move
    till I'm provoked, when I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
    you midget, mini-me with a bunch of little mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin' pools
    over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

    Chorus (X2)
    Cus what you say is what you say, say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
    just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it, so who you playin' wit, huh?

    Verse 2
    Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this, amatuers drink veteran piss
    from a dixie cup, if you ever mix me up or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri
    we'll rub it in, every club you're in, we'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-fuckin'-gain
    Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate

    If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry, that could save it when I'm gone and buried
    to make sure the tradition carries on, I would

    If I could only use this power for good, I wouldn't, not even if I could

    From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'ma only sting when I cornered

    And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning
    and swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off, cus I know if they get up, I won't get a chance to let off
    another punch, I'm punk rock, no one's punk, don't give a fuck, White-Pac, so much spunk
    when I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill, or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer

    And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron, I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again
    there's no obstacle that I can't conquer so come along wit us….Cmon

    Chorus (X2)

    Verse 3
    Now anybody who knows Dre, knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day
    but I handled my business, cus it' work before play, don't look for trouble, but I'll serve you gourmet
    however you want it, you can have it your way, you fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day
    bullet with your name, sendin' it your way, that goes for anyone who walks through that doorway
    cus this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it, and you'll die tryin' to violate it
    fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dialated

    Like my old lady?
    Cus what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean is two different things, depending on your mood if it swings
    think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone
    and I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad

    And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything
    catch a contract on your head, you headed west, talk shit about Dre, you better get a vest
    and invest in something to protect your head and neck

    And it's back and forth, all day like Red and Meth, I joke when I say I'm the best, in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest
    and if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death
    five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath, but I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe
    to collect a fuckin' check

    Chorus (X2)


    Dre: Watch your fuckin' mouth

    Timbaland: Yo this Timbaland. Tell'em I said suck…my dick

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