text: email@example.com wrote- > What are currently regarded as the largest sauropods? I know Argentinosaurus > and Parailtitan were a few years back. Are they still considered the two > largest or have there been recent finds that were larger? Calculating length for taxa based on a few elements is tricky enough, especially in the case of sauropods, where tail length is nearly always unknown. Most of the largest sauropod taxa were titanosaurs, whose body proportions are particularily poorly known. However, based on recent reconstructions of Saltasaurus, Opisthocoelicauidia and Rapetosaurus, I estimated Argentinosaurus was ~22-26 m and Paralititan was ~20-24 m (http://dml.cmnh.org/2001Sep/msg00402.html). This is assuming the fibula and humerus, respectively, scale isometrically and identically to the more completely known taxa. There are only a few sauropods with elements reported of comparable size. An undescribed femur from Morocco (Russell and Taquet, 1999) is 2.36 m, Bruhathkayosaurus' tibia is 2 m, and Amphicoelias' dorsal vertebra is huge. Assuming Bruhathkayosaurus is a titanosaur and has an isometrically scaled tibia, we get ~28-34 meters for the taxon. The Moroccan specimen might be ~28 meters long, using Patagosaurus as a comparison (as a relatively conservative basal sauropod). But since we have no idea what kind of sauropod it is, its length could vary quite a lot from this estimate. Paul estimated Amphicoelias might be ~56-62 m long (I think that was his estimate, and not mine, but my copy of his article is buried), based on comparisons to smaller specimens, and more complete diplodocids. No other known sauropod approaches this in length, even if the Moroccan femur were scaled to a diplodocid body. So I would say Amphicoelias is the unequivocal longest sauropod, though its exact length is a matter of some question. If you think length is difficult to estimate, you should try mass estimations. Even small changes in length can cause large changes in mass, since the latter increases with the cube of the former. Mazzetta et al. (2004) used numerous variables to estimate the mass of Argentinosaurus, at 73 tons. Yet this is after a number of calculations that individually led to estimates ranging from 60-88 tons. They also estimated the length of Antarctosaurus? giganteus based on individual calculations for A. wichmannianus, which resulted in an average of 69 tons. However, note this doesn't scale isometrically to Argentinosaurus when femoral lengths are used, as A? giganteus is heavier than expected for an Argentinosaurus with the same femoral length. So A? giganteus was apparently comparatively bulkier than Argentinosaurus, and similar differences could easily affect mass estimates for other titanosaurs. If Bruhathkayosaurus is scaled isometrically, using Argentinosaurus' fibular length, it results in a mass of ~157 tons. Scaling from A? giganteus' would result in a greater mass. Of course, the length of Bruhathkayosaurus' tibia has only been roughly reported, so any small variations from its supposed 2 meter length would cause differing mass estimates as well. You can picture the uncertainties involved in estimating the mass of the Moroccan sauropod. Paul estimated Amphicoelias at 125-170 tons, so it's anyone's guess whether it or Bruhathkayosaurus was larger. We both know the big Amphicoelias specimen was lost, so all we have is a drawing. The situation for Bruhathkayosaurus is only slightly better. The description and illustrations are TERRIBLE, and the association of elements isn't certain at all. Chatterjee (pers. comm.) says it's titanosaurian based on comparisons to Lameta titanosaurs, and rejects a theropod identification based on comparisons to Lameta abelisaurs. But there have been no particular details given that would support any taxonomic assignment, though the tree trunk idea seems to exist simply because it was rather large. I can send a copy of the original description to those who want to laugh at the drawings, and squint at the photographs in an attempt to make out bones. Mickey Mortimer Undergraduate, Earth and Space Sciences University of Washington The Theropod Database - http://students.washington.edu/eoraptor/Home.html


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Database Seeks To Link Bodies, Families
There are 40,000 unidentified bodies and remains in the United States, reports 48 Hours correspondent Erin Moriarty reported on The Early Show Monday.
Until now, there hasn't been any system to connect those remains with people looking for missing family members.
But, says Moriarty, that's about to change, in part because of a determined mother in Ohio.
Debra Culberson says her daughter, Carrie Culberson, was "very beautiful, but more so than that, she was just beautiful inside. She was always happy, and ... she would try to make the mood light." A small town girl who left a big impression.
But on Aug. 28, 1996, Carrie simply vanished.
Since then, Debra has been on a mission, not only to find Carrie, but to help other parents of missing children find theirs.
"I just need to know where she is," Debra says.
Carrie was 22, living with her mom and little sister in the village of Blanchester, Ohio, until she went out with friends one night, and just didn't come home.
Police suspected ex-boyfriend Vince Doan was involved. Carrie had obtained a restraining order after she said he beat and abused her.
Without a body, prosecutors were reluctant to charge Doan, but in 1997, he was tried and convicted of Carrie's murder. Even then, Doan refused to say what he did with Carrie's body.
Asked by Moriarty why it's so important to find Carrie, knowing she's dead, Debra responded, "I think any mother, or any parent in the world, would understand this: It's that physical body that I held in my arms all those years, and just the need to know where her remains are. It's not any different than someone losing a soldier -- you know -- they still need to find their son's remains."
Moriarty reflects on Debra's relentless search, and on NamUs
For the past dozen years, Debra has searched for her daughter by scanning newspapers from neighboring counties and states, one-by-one, then calling police whenever she read a body had been found. She got nowhere.
"For years," says Kentucky State Forensic Anthropologist Dr. Emily Craig, "we've had this world going on with the unidentified dead, we've had this world going on with the missing, and trying to put them together ... (it was as if) they were in two different worlds."
"It could be in one county that a body is found, and there's no way for someone in another body to know that," Moriarty points out. "There's never been a connection until now."
Craig, whose state borders Ohio, heard from Debra every time a body was found. That's why Craig helped create the national computer database appropriately called NamUS.
It will try to match unidentified bodies, Jane and John Does, to the list of people reported missing each year.
"We have no guarantee that it's gonna work," says Craig, "but anything is better than what we've had."
A major problem, she says, has been collecting the data needed to properly identify remains. "So many people think that every dead person is lying around like Elvis, you know, for identification by eye color, hair color, moles, scars, tattoos, things like that," Craig says. " ... and, at least in our climate, here in Kentucky, you can go from a living person to a skeleton in (just) two weeks."
So, when Craig meets with coroners and medical examiners -- those most likely to receive skeletons and human remains -- she encourages them to include as many details as possible. "I've got pictures of shoes, I've got pictures of shirts, I've got pictures of jewelry." Craig says, "I've got pictures of tattoos -- all the stuff that people can look at, and hopefully somebody will see what they're looking for."
NamUS went into service online earlier this month. Debra can now continue her search for Carrie -- from her own study.
"Once I find Carrie's remains," Debra says, "that grieving process, I hope, will begin, and then the healing will start. That's all I want is to find peace."
On The Early Show Tuesday, Moriarty reported on Culberson testing NamUS:

subset: commoncrawl


text:
Still D.R.E
Next Episode
Forgot about Dre
Hab Gehört
Stash Up
Revolving Door
Purple Pills
Ride wit me
Still Dre
Artist: Dr Dre feat. Snoop Dogg
Still Snoop Dogg and D R E
Still.. still doing that shit, right?
Oh for show, check me out
It's still Dre Day A K
Before I chrom the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
If you ain't up on pace
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Repeat 2x
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed I smoke till' I sleep
Wake up in the A.M compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fuke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin' Crue
I'm still at it, After mathmatic
In the home of drivebys and a.k matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Repeat 2x
It ain't nothing but more hot shi*t
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitc*h
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back
So if you ain't up on thangs
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Repeat 3x
Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D R E right back on top of thangs'
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims', no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky'
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.E
The next episode
Artist: Dr Dre
It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)
Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress
It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...
[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, waiiiiiiit
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don't, playyyyyyy
We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
.... smoke weed everday!
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Song: Forgot About Dre
WWW: Http://www.dr-dre.com
[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
[chorus] x2 [Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still one found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And I'm still loco and nuts
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's ok go with him Hailey
[chorus] x2
[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
[Chorus] x3
Was das Showbiz interessant macht,
ist nicht dass man Leute kennenlernt,
sondern zu betrachten wie sich Leute plötzlich ändern.
Wie zum Beispiel wie phantasielose Wesen,
auf einmal Phantsie entwickeln, wenn sie über einen reden.
So erfahr ich Sachen über mich, die ich selbst nicht gewusst habe,
hab gehört ich rasier mir meine Beine und Brusthaare,
hab gehört ich hätte Crewnamen und Initialien,
in Gothiclettern tätowiert auf meine Genitalien,
hab gehört ich sei nicht hip hoppig, ich scheiß auf Rapmusik,
schmeiß mir Extacy, ich schreibe Styles auf Technobeats,
hab gehört, dass ich nichts anderes als Dissen kann,
hab gehört ich stifte die Jugend zum Kiffen an,
hab gehört ich hätte die Alüren eines Superstars,
hab gehört ich hätte Beef mit Kool Savas,
ich würde im ernstfall vor dem Batteln den Schwanz einziehn,
ach ja, angeblich hätte ich sogar Beef mit ganz Berlin.
Ich hab gehört, dass ich in Liedern immer nur dasselbe sage,
hab gehört dass ich tagsüber nackt in der Elbe bade,
hab gehört ich rap nicht mehr, ich hätte nur auf's Geld gewartet,
viele meinen sogar das ich zu oft dasselbe sage.
Hab gehört ich wurde auf der Straße gesehen,
beim Schlafen im Gehen, weil ich aus Langeweile anfing Schafe zu zählen,
ich hab gehört man soll nicht alles glauben was Leute erzählen,
denn die meisten labern zu viel Scheiße.
Ich hab gehört ich sei frustriert und dass meine Frau mich verlassen hat,
und wer ist dann die Frau die letzte Nacht in meinem Bett geschlafen hat ?
Ich hab gehört ich hätte ausgesorgt und sei schon reich,
wenn dass so ist, dann wieso sagen die meiner Bank nicht bescheid ?
Ich hab gehört dass ich eigentlich Sachse wär,
und nur nach haben wir gezogen, weil es gerade so abgeht, her,
ich hab alles gehört, vom wohlsten Kompliment, zum schlimmsten Diss,
von der höchsten Prominenz, bis zu den jungsten Kids.
Wurde verglichen mit allen möglichen Rappern der Szene,
hab gehört ich sei cooler und besser als jene,
aber nicht so deep wie er und nicht so tight wie er,
erzählt dass jemand anders, ich will diesen Scheiß nicht hörn',
ich finde mich selbst am besten, da kann kommen wer will,
er am Promo Plattenladen, nebem' Sondermüll,
also hör bitte auf die um mich zu vergleichen, denn mein Battle zu rappen,
ist für die nicht zu erreichen.
Zurück zum Thema,
ich hab gehört früher war ich viel beliebter,
hab gehört dass ich nicht real gekeept hab,
und mit dem Untergrund hätte ich's mir verschertzt,
jetzt mal ganz unter uns Jungs, es bricht mir das Herz.
So wie es aussieht, ist jeder mal auf mich wütend gewesen,
fühlte sich durch irgendetwas auf die Füße getreten,
es heißt ich hätte bald vor in Bayern im Süden zu leben,
und hör dann auf Züge zu drehn' und darüber zu reden,
ich hörte ich sei in der nächsten Staffel von Big Brother,
denn die brauchen einen zum Trend passenden Hip Hopper,
ich hab gehört man soll nicht alles glauben was man hört,
denn die meisten reden zu viel Scheisse.
Ich hab gehört ich sei frustriert und dass meine Frau mich verlassen hat,
und wer ist dann die Frau die letzte Nacht in meinem Bett geschlafen hat ?
Ich hab gehört ich hätte ausgesorgt und sei schon reich,
wenn dass so ist, dann wieso sagen die meiner Bank nicht bescheid ?
Ich hab gehört ich sei frustriert und dass meine Frau mich verlassen hat,
und wer ist dann die Frau die letzte Nacht in meinem Bett geschlafen hat ?
Ich hörte ich sei nicht mehr down bei Dynamite und Tropf,
wenn dass so ist, woher kommen dann die Beats aus deiner Box ?
OPM - Stash Up
Put your hands up
This is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up (x4)
Check your ass up
Smoke grass up
and if you in the back then you gonna get passed up
Mateo better pass me that bong
The night is short and I've been waitin' too long
To enter into another dimension
Pull the smoke into my lungs
and release the tension
By the way did I happen to mention
how stash operates
So start the dissection
1 2 Don't forget your crew now
3 4 Sit facin' the door
5 6 Never know when it hits
7 8 It's gonna be too late
Put your hands up
This is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up (x4)
Now I dont give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
Cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka (x2)
Ring the alarm
And now the sound is dying
Ring the alarm
And now the stash is creeping
Past diabolical
Encrypted in code biological
Genetically defected
Or maybe just slightly misdirected
Murder by numbers
Straight undercover
Step into my cypher and you're six feet under
Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it
Locked up cause you know I was dealin it
Super bionic
My HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic
Step to the back with your monkey ass
Better take cover cause we're ready to blast
Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
Cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka (x7)
SLEEPWALKER----- Vorsprechtermin
Buddy: Eyh Du willst Du hier heute wirklich weiter vorsprechen.
Ich rate davon ab denn hier im Studio da ist ne Mordsaction,
ein gut gemeinter Tip bloß nicht einfach drauflos rappen,
sonst wird Slang Daddy Dich wie mich aufs Klo setzen und steh ich hier draußen bin fertig
für heute nicht für dieses Jahrtausend ich hab doch ehrlich rappende Freunde.
Leute sowie Boogie Bubblez oder die Moqui Marbles,
Herr von Edel der mein Schädel knetet sowie Nico Suave
Nico Suave: Ich will zum Vorsprechtermin weil ich schlecht verdien,
man wollte mich zum Chef erziehen doch ich checkte es nie ich hab nichts
mein Konto bei der Bank ist leider blank, mein Kleiderschrank ist leer hab nicht mal
Geld fürn Chinamann. Eyh gibt mir den Job ich seh ihr nickt mit dem Kopf,
ich hab kein Bock auf billigen Pop also geb mir den Job.
Ich muß ins beste Team mir Respekt verdienen, Propz kassiern und prollige Weck Mc´s observieren
Petzke: Moin Moin ich leg mal los und da Zeit bekanntlich immer noch Geld ist,
entscheide dich gleich für mich oder weiß deine Frau von deinem Verhältnis mit der
Sekretärin und von den Affären mit den Sängerin deiner Girlgroups von nächtlichen
Aufnahmesessions und den gemeinsamen Bädern im Whirpool,
glaub eher nicht deshalb bleib locker und halt mal die Luft an,
heut is nichts mit Champagner, Partys, Girlies und bunten Luftschlangen,
denn wir beide wissen am besten der track ist für mich wie maßgeschneidert,
also gib mir den Job und deine Frau erfährt nie warum du keine Zeit hast.
Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody,
master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody
Malte: Sleepwalker kann ich dich kurz unter 4 Augen sprechen,
draußen sind tausend Deppen die meinen sie wollen hier auch mitrappen,
komisch ne is wohl ne arbeitslose Big Band, aber lass die bloß nicht rein hier,
die klauen bloß dein Equipment, die Typen kenn ich die nerven ständig und
wenn ich ehrlich bin muß ich sagen das diese Kerle derbe gefährlich sind und
wer nicht spinnt läßt den Verbrecherverein besser nicht rein sonst kriegst du
gleich en Messer ins Bein
Zaworka: Mal ganz ehrlich ich weiß gar nicht ob ich das mit dem Rappen
fertigbring doch gib mir ne chance wer weiß vielleicht bin ich das Naturtalent
schlechthin aber ich soll nur mal en Kollegen vertreten er mußte ausbleiben sich
auskurieren zwar hab ich mit Rap und so nichts tun doch nu will ich es auch mal
ausprobieren, eigentlich nur mal so just for fun denn ich dacht mein freund wär
genau der Mann, doch jetzt hab ich Spaß an Sprechgesang und Bock drauf selbst hier
anzufangen? Chefs zu locken mit rappern zu jobben mit echten groupies und fettem sound. ???
Felix XL: Eyh moin Sleepy ich komm grad vom Arbeitsamt wurd geschickt von sonem
Ökofritzen namens Karl-Heinz Frank hab früher aufen Bau gejobt und Sonntags meine
Frau verkloppt, ooooooaaaaaaaaauuuuhhhhh, eyh mann gib mir en Studiojob.
Vergiss die anderen MC`s die sind sowieso breit, ich bin First Take Fetischist durch
mich sparst du Studiozeit, du willst Referenzen die glänzen dann check mal dies hier
ist mein Grammy, mein Echo und mein Hip Hop Meisterbrief
Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody,
master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody
Sternkopf: Sieh mir in die Augen sieh mein Pendel schwingen von rechts nach links
und jetzt wenn du in trance versinkst dann glaub mir Hits wir machen Hits so daß
die Welt wieder an Wunder glaubt, so steht es in den Sternen wenn einen das
Schicksal braucht kann keiner sich da wehren, wir wollten als Team
reinkanieren du weißt du feilst an Beats und das Scheidt schreibt das Ganze
geisterreich in meinen Zeilen. Jetzt schau her siehst du die Puppe hier die
sieht aus wie du und lässt du mich nicht rappen nehm ich ne Nadel und stech da gern mal zu
Phillip: Moinsen schön guten Tag Herr Sleepwalker, Steuerkontrolle wo sind die Betriebsordner
Sach mal merkst du nicht das das an dieser Stelle nicht passt
Tja das ist die letzte Warnung sonst gehts schnell in den Knast,
aber ich merk schon der Beat ist eigentlich relativ laut
normal Digger
und ich hab Rap heimlich im Keller gepaukt
Ach ja
also kommen wir zusammen sind sie schlau genug, ich rap auf ihren Beats und
drück beide Augen zu
Eißfeldt: Yo Yo Eisi Eis ich konnte ewig nicht mc čen, denn ich erschlug Daddy Groove
und kam hinter schwedische Gardinen, war nicht gerade spaßig mit 3 Nazis in der
Gruppenzelle, immer wenn ich rappte gabs in die Fresse mit ner Suppenkelle,
jetzt bin ich wieder draussen und überall wo ein Mic ist,
also hoff ich für dich das alles für die Aufnahme bereit ist, ich bin der Derbste
sag mal Digger machst du Scherze
Neee die anderen Mc`s hier schieb dir mal lieber in die Puperze
Ich sage
es gibt nur Einen
Eisi Eis
also sag nicht Nein
zu den heißen Style
Es gibt nur Einen
Eisi Eis
also sag nicht nein
Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody,
master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled,
no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody
mother fucker
Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.
I've got a house in the hills
With a door that spins.
Goes in and out,
Out and in,
`Round and `round again.
I live a life these player haters
Would love to be living.
Since a kid, I've been surrounded
By beautiful women.
And slippen´ in them
to win them
The unforgiven.
Still something's missing,
Cuz deep inside I'm suffering
Of a lonley heart condition.
Wishing i could find a girl
That would take me away
>From the chaos of the city
And the everday part that i play.
Tell me why lay low,
Why say no
When I got girls serenading at
My window.
Ladies good to go
We´s major league
The new breed. No so-so.
Highly advanced and got the game
To get in any girl´s pants.
And romance her stone
Cuz i more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone
I make them moan
Yes, I´m the one.
Between the sheets,
I amaze and stun.
Ain´t no need for me to brag
About the way that I´m hung.
Let´s just say i got the skills
To get the flyest girl sprung.
Or to take and make
An older lady feel young.
I keep my girls in rotation,
You looking for a good time,
I´m always on vacation.
You could stop by baby,
If you want to try your luck.
But don´t waste my time,
Unless you´re down to fuck.
Unless you´re coming back for more,
Well then you know what´s up.
You know the routine
Girl, you´re not the one.
You´re just a one night fling.
Some ass to hold this casanova over.
Till the right girl pass,
I´ll drop this lifestyle fast.
Cuz what I´m really looking for
Is the one will last
And make my present past.
My adolescence surpassed.
By the will to chill,
I´m looking for something real.
In a world of fake hos in high heels
I´ll drop hot wax on your nipples,
Causing trouble.
And when you ride me,
Yo, I´ll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drive´s kicking.
I´m sexually exploring.
So many possibilities,
It seems my life could never get boring.
Cuz I´m not fucking around.
I´ll rub you down the right way.
I´ll rock your world nightly.
So, can i hit it lightly?
Yo, girl, i like it like that.
Let me hit it from the back.
I´m a natural aphrodisiac.
Better know as a Mac.
I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch
And stomped the foster kids
These shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shit start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
Not weed I meant coke dumb ass sit down
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb and's dashing town
Bizarre, your mom is passing out
Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out
[Kon Artist & Kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
Hey Von
You see me stepping on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cuz the X is gone
Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
It's probably numb
Dumb, dumb, and full of cumm
And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new shit
I think I did too much
This substance equals cuffs
Red pills, blue pills, and green
Big pills (That's ill)
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something
Pop pills
Pills I pop
Pop two pills
On stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
Look for coke to smoke
I overdose
When I pack up my nose with coke
*cough cough cough*
I must have broke the choke
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
Now I gotta straight born *infant*
(You're crazy!)
I pop four E's at one time
And I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine
(You got any shroom?)
Does Bizarre smoke crack?
I can't get job
Cuz her mom's so trashed (?)
Why the hell you niggas think I rap?
I do it just to get your company hijacked
If you like smack
Then I might too
(Swift, chill)
I just wanna get high like you
And I don't give a damn if they white or blue
Speed, shrooms, down the valiums
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just got some and I'm going back soon
I'm at rave
Looking like a slave
High off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Pussy poppin', acid choppin', dope heavy guy
Heroine mescaline pimp
So ladies wanna try
Blue pills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (Yeah, right)
Bitch I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty slut
You know you want it in your butt
I'll put it in your cunt
Let Bizarre nutt
Where they at (Where
they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's
Oh why do I look this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e
Oh why do I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feel ya right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I
can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real
But as long as you a diggy-diggy then girl you know its on (you
know its on)
I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was beepin and I dig the
last video
Somewhere that we could go
How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush it
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you movin way over there
Face a body front that, don't know how to act
Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back
You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the
And them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley
Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now
Damn shit to change now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel a thang now (come on)
I can't complain (no more)
Shit I'm the man, now
In and out my own town (I'm gettin)
Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn Right
I be on the next flight
Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White
Chorus (x2)
(check, check)
Yo, I know somethin you don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor
'fore said that I was a failure
Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough
And I'm yellin I can't help ya
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy
And I fly high
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by
Hey yo, its all good
Range Rover all would
Do me like you should
Fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stuck niggas
Wishin you was niggas
Poppin like we drug dealers
Simply cause she bug mackin
Honey in the club, me in the benz
I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
See me talk, Nelly listen
Nelly talk, see me listen
Wanna fuck fly bitches
When I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist
Niggas starin on the glist
Honeys lookin on they wish
Come on boo, gimme kiss
Chorus (x2)
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhh
Uh uh
Can u hear me out there
Lunatics, is y'all ready
Let me hear ya
Uh ohhhhhhhhh
I'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes (hey)
Philly capri pants and parachute clothes (alright)
Passadity city with one or two throws
I'm droppin outta high school
Straight into the pro's, who knows I know
That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flow, there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some more
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back yea thats my very next line
I use it time after time, when I'm speakin my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon and dime
I ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics
Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit
But nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologize
Fuck 'em just leave 'em bitch hey
Chorus: repeat 2X
Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh
wuts happenin now
Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh
If they head right nelly there all night
We can go to tha break of dawn ...nigga
Money long...nigga
Go fast up tha skirt to talk to tha bone...nigga
Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga
If you aint bout money then best be gone...nigga
I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me
I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon
in a black SS wit a navagation
See tha black blazion, somethin smells amazin
I gotta chick rollin up half black and asian
Another one pigeon tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers
I'm fat for the Iceberg Slim and one shower
Get a room in drunk towers just to hit the P hours
Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours
They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky
Watch my hands under a gurls ??, feelin icky
Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out
Whatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll out
Come and get me, big faces when they fold out
Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut
I keep it close when I the go ouuuuuut
Then I slide up in an esclade
me and E gettin solid like the ice capades
From heat, frosty, ??? rapper than bugsy
You understand me, wrap this like mummys
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see i got more carrots than al dee
More bread than algae, you can bag and scan me
Sure like I'll be, you can meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey)
Yeah! Ladies and
Broadcastin live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin, c'mon
The first day of the rest of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day
Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up
Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck
Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut
Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range
Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange
1 - (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family
Repeat 1
Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit
Approach every woman like a - potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight
Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife
Mr. Big Chief Reefer, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa
I run it through and money come out
Runnin your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house
Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch
Now you know that it was bound to happen
I came to give you what you lackin
whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin
Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop-top tinted on twenties
Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and
It's funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right
I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife
Repeat 1 (2x)
What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent
Makin it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents
The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects
Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound strange to me
It be like everybody around me done changed but me
I stand alone on my own two feet
Stab a track, strangle the beat - Restless, no time for sleep
Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grier
It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend
Straight to the chin (Not these niggas again)
Call Doc, bounce to the spot, and slide right in
I ain't tryin to see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious
Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Snoop Dogg]
So there you have it; A-B-C, D-P-G-C
X to the motherfuckin Z
Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta
X-O with a little bit of Xtasy
X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G
And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponry
And we shoot Xceptionally
That there is hot- X marks the spot?
Fuck naw, X spots the marks
Xclamation point, niggaz!
Under the Influence
Protect ya Neck
Drug Ballad
The Way I am
Ain't Nuthin' but Music
The Real Slim Shady
Bitch Please II
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: Under the Influence
{*Eminem imitates a record played backwards*}
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him
I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
[Swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
Chorus: Eminem
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)
{*DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}
I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
{*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked
and found chopped up in a trash bag
We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell
cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."
I leave ya face leakin, run up in church
and smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon
[Kon Artis]
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough
Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick
D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim Shady..
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: Criminal
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I'm actually gonna do it
or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. if you believe that
then I'll kill you
You know why?
Cuz I'm a
You god damn right
I'm a CRIMINAL
Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head
whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin the mail
Get it? Checkin the 'male'?
How many records you expectin to sell
after your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch TV, and Comcast cable
and you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin each March
with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
I'm a CRIMINAL
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL
but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one
My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired
and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
in plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em
-inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's in
Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place
(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a CRIMINAL
[Interlude Skit]
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[Em] Aight
I'll be right here waitin on you
[Em] Aight
Yo Em
[Em] What?!
Don't kill nobody this time
[Em] Awwright... god damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin'?
[Teller] HI, how can I help you?
[Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl
[Teller] Okay
[Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
and I won't kill you!
[Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me
[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
[Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me...
[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! {*BOOM*} Thank you!
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough
to say the stuff I say, so this tape is shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask
(Chorus 2X)
Wu Tang - Protect ya neck
Inspectah Deck:
Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests
Came in through the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!
Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Scandalous, made the metro panic
Cause static, with or without the automatic
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
Ayo, ayo, waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin
Slay em in the eighth inning
Stay truck, god stay playin linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills
Y'all niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
Go broke, all seen, done it
Words from the heavy set
If I don't eat, then we already met
Fly ass bro, liver than coke
Method Man:
Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
Masta Killa:
That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle
One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
X amount of lead spray from the barrel
Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
To make my niggas from East New York flip
Bobby Digital:
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!)
Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math
Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)
Ghostface Killah:
Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin
Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's
Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out
Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White stiff
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
You might see the Styx, but that's not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
I be in the benzo, keep a low
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: Kill You
When I just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
and I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
cause that's just the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin
Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
Chorus: Eminem
Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..
Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
to do it again, THEN, if he does it again
you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin murder material
in a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!
TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
from principal to the student body and counselor
from in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs
just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it
You faggots keep eggin me on
til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet
I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you
Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!"
ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!")
Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies
You know I love you
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: Drug Ballad
[Girl] Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
[Eminem] Guess what? I ain't coming in yet...
I'll come in a minute
[Eminem] Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this
Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And everything's spinning
You're beginin' to think women
are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
[Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place
I'm outta place
I'm in outer space
I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so
'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me
'Cause every time I try to tell them "no"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me
In third grade, all I used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude
Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I've got no game
And every face looks the same
They've got no name
So I don't need game to play
I just say whatever I want to whoever I want
Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want
However, I do show some respect to few
As ecstacy got me standing next to you
Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you
We just met
But I think I'm in love with you
But you're on it too
So you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go bitch
You know I have stuff to do
'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you
But in the long run
These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later
But fuck it, I'm on one
So let's enjoy
Let the X destroy your spinal cord
So it's not a straight line no more
'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more
So bye for now
I'm going to try to find some more
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it
And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
And what's a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life
Live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere
Where was you brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're going
'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning
But you're young
You've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw
Parties to crash
Sucks to be you
If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't
I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't
But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
Did better drugs and updated
But I've still got a lot of growing up to do
I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
But when it's all said and done I'll be 40
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
With a bottle of Jack
Two grandkids in my lap
Babysiting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed
Chorus 2x (Same as previous, but 2nd time
the last line is repeated like this)
Drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me
'Cause drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: The Way I am
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me
Chorus: Eminem
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
with all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the media immediately
points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned
I'm so sick and tired of bein admired
that I wish that I would just die or get fired
and dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
to deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom
without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad
Chorus (except change first word "Cause" to "And")
Artist: D12
Album: Devil's Night
Song: Aint Nuttin But Music
[Eminem] its shit like this i kick to these rich white kids
who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
whoops i did it again, didnt i? my shit,
its harder to figure out then what britneys tit size is (wooooo)
i probably pissed u off again, didnt i bitch? (so what)
grab christina gaguilera, kiss my grits
do u know how many shits i give, i wish i did
so i could quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
this just in, britney just kissed justin
she just fucked ben
got tit fucked
and dick sucked him
if affleck can get his ass licked how come i cant, shit
god damn bitch, im rich, i cant understand this
are those pictures i made of us together on the internet
as close as im eva gonna get to hittin her from the back
shit, when it comes to that, i hit harder from the back
then everlast when hes pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
just gimme 1 more chance, britney hit me 1 more time
let me know whats on ur mind, whitney give me 1 more line
to sniff, u fuckers know what time it is
fuck ur jewelery my records almost diamond bitch
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
it aint nuttin but music
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre
it aint nuttin but music
eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do
so fuck him and the backstreet boys too (yea i said it)
whateva happened to the cast of different strokes?
garys broke, todd snort coke, and dana an overdose (ahhhh)
i got two little boys with me
michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me (heee heeee)
im up early with my hair curly
me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly
alotta rappers are livin in la la land
thats why i lets my dogs out on the baha men (bark)
as bad as the life i had, im not mad
i dont need to be a jackass to beat up my dad (punch)
my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned
she keeps askin me why i rap with a honky
but granny im a flunky, i could b a junkie
i could b hangin with the hoochies outta the club scene
[Kon Artis]
for all the indpendent women in the house (house)
show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths
Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney housten the shit shes usin,
jesse jackson, reverand scandal, got george michaels, tevin campbell
pee-wee hermans, peep show places, public restrooms, beat those cases
your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what?)
we done turned their kids into little body snatchers
they like where im from (uh huh), we dont bite our tongue (yea)
are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (blah blah blah)
its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme
when you work, you aint gettin paid for that overtime (damn)
its only music, media know it, but they blind (thats right)
i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine (nigga)
and your the reason why princess diana ended up dying
you people get offended, i dont care
(stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave
cuz what we say just aint playin
but holdin me back from what i say just aint me
[Kon Artis]
now whats these parents so mad for?
(ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted danson in cheers
carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shut up)
(poor or rich) i still do the same old shit,
i dont jump infront of a camera and say no shit
when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
i just slap them, turn around and ask them this
La La, La
La La La La, La
La La, La
La La La La, La
Look for that new D12 R&B Album coming soon
Straight R&B, Straight R&B, Straight R&B
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: The Real Slim Shady
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Chorus 2X
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: Bitch Please II
[Dre] Yeah whattup Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!
Ahhh! They didn't do it again,
what-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
[Dre] Oh fo' sho'!
[Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?
[Dr. Dre]
Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit
on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
and watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious
(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws
is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshaw
from Long Beach to South Central
{*LOUD SCREAM*} Whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what army could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach
(East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz', and I carry it all day
(Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre,
but I..
[Snoop Dogg]
somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga
You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your name?
I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem
(Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done hooked up
with the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy!
Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)
And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon
Chorus 2X
[Eminem - impersonating Snoop]
Awww naww, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY
He's Sha-day!
[Snoop] He's so cra-zay!
Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin a living
off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right
to say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird
Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV
or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely
it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
{*LOWER pitch*} Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot
You happy now? Look here
[Eminem - impersonating Snoop]
I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do')
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo')
Chorus 2X
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!!
Wrong Idea
Shit Can Happen
Lay Low
Aint nuthin' but a "G" thang
Snoop Dogg>Bad Azz
Wrong Idea
Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me?
[Chorus: KoKane, Snoop]
[K] Now I don't want anybody
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
[S] I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
[Bad Azz]
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go (?) cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
[Snoop Dogg]
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit
[Chorus] - 3X
{*singing ad libs by KoKane to fade*}
Artist: D12
Album: Devil's Night
Song: Pistol Pistol
[Bizarre]Yeah, welcome to Amityville
[Swifty]Detroit Nigga
[Bizarre]The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols
[Swifty]Why is that?
[Chorus: Eminem]
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
Slick criminal with this shit I spit use
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
ed to hand em the amp you they miss the shit to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
To many enemies on my list to sit trough
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
body got my back in this bitch but this do
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you
(Don't go nowhere without my gun
But I don't goin around without my pistol pistol
Nigga we violently active
So fuck with us
See I'm backwards
I slap niggaz and punch bitches
Just for askin
They must have been wanting to meet the lord
When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored
They was snoopin trough my closet
Seein drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch
Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryin to break your neck to conversate
Bitch, I l do it for you
Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you
You and your hoe
You got's to go
Bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
We'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful
And I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo
Blazin at popo
escapin and lay low
they call my tongue yayo
But I spit fire
I lit five inside a fuckin dickryder
The clip slider
Love to blast the mag
You a fag
You love bein ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nuttin to tell
Empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
It won't be the same since we touchin the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame
I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains
The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done
Toke the gun
It's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless
Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless
That's why I'm heated
You never know who start creepin
Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin
I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
Rather then need one and not have it
I married this glockmatic
Nowhere without my gun
[Kon Artist]
You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds
Spittin these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth
Is they possibly alive
*Shooting and screaming*
Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault
Like fast wheels who will perish shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's
So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's
swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin
It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin
It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin
It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram
It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
[Eminem]Pistol Pistol
[Swifty]Nigga, you better have aim
[Eminem]I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol
[Swifty]Cuz if you don't you finished
[Swifty]Flat out
[Eminem]Sorry Officer
[Eminem]I'm sorry
[Eminem]Fuck it
[Bizarre]The fuck we stayin
[Swifty]Fuck around and get popped
[Swifty]With no hesitation
[Swifty]Straight up
[Bizarre]Look where the fuck we stay at
[Bizarre]Nigga what where the fuck we stay at
[Bizarre]Fuck around with us
[Bizarre]You get us popped
[Bizarre]You fuckin get us popped
Artist: D12
Album: Devil's Night
Song: Shit Can Happen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
[Kon Artis]
Yo, that's right motherfuckers we back
Same slanging
Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act
Like I'm too famous
To say hi and tell 'em what My Name Is
But really I'm still nameless
You niggas don't get it yet do you?
Kill or not
Platinum or flop
I'll still put it through you
With a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher
Than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal with you in front of St. Andrew's still
You gay rappers better learn that
I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that road you pack
You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas
That really need some Prozac
To show that ask the others
Brigade'll lay you down
Next to your mother's mother's grandmothers
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight
And half the niggas I give DAT to
I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it
Like the next L.A. Clippers game
I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You ain't a madam
It's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent
My skills are deeply imbedded
Even your hoe said it
She was knock-kneed
I fucked her now she bow-legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing
[Chorus: Kon Artis] (x2)
(Shit can happen)
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
(Shit can happeeen)
Shit can happen to him and your ass
(Shit can happen)
You can be touched don't think you can't
(Shit can happeeen)
Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man
The feds can't hold me (why?)
I hold feds
I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (uh huh)
Raining acid (nigga)
You can't refrain from getting your ass kicked
Cuz you talk too much
You asked for it
I'm on some massive shit
Everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy
These niggas get confronted (what up now?)
Then they change stories
I catch you and they thinking everything's hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it)
Pulling up slowly
Cop tailing your homies
Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real)
Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga)
Don't even try
In your system like eco lie
Trying to beef with me
Nigga please, your people die
I'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh)
I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!)
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
When the *cops* come knocking
Each hands got one
Cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army
Guns can't harm me
Young and ornery
Worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flip at censorship
Your friends just flipped
Over this swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cuz when I vent most of my energy's
Spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy
And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten is because I love being under your skin
Ya, (shit) shit can happen
So stick to rapping
Quit the yapping
Or I'ma lift the mac in
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap
Get the can of whoop ass cracking
Chorus (x2)
[Outro: Eminem]
(Shit can happen)
It can and it will
(Shit can happeeen)
Fuck around with Amityville
(Shit can happen)
And you die
Insanity still
(Shit can happeeen)
Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
(Shit can happen)
With their personality split
(Shit can happeeen)
Fucking you up with hit after hit
(Shit can happen)
Sticking you up with clip after clip
(Shit can happeeen)
Making you suck dick after dick
(Shit can happen)
(Shit can happeeen)
Dirty motherfuckin dozen
(Shit can happen)
The Kon Artis
(Shit can happeeen)
Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay
The Kuniva
Dirty fatherfuckin Harry
Puttin you down in the cemetary
You get buried
All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cock
We are not playing
We are not playing
We are not bullshitting
This is not a motherfucking joke
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Album: The Last Meal
Song: Lay Low
[Dr. Dre]
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre
Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album
So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick!
And we still smokin, what?!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better LAY LOW
For the niggaz who be claimin my hood
and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW
I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin
and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so
Limo tint rollin deep like the President
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this
Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say
From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A
Ay, ay
[Butch Cassidy]
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine
and on the down low talkin shit
Best move cause I refuse to lose
no matter which damn road I choose
So lay low cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz]
Where that nigga who be talkin shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
[Tray Deee - Eastsidaz]
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg
Album: The Chronic
Song: Nuthin But A "G" Thang
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dr. Dre
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N-double O-P
D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit
So Dre. (What up Dogg?)
We gotta give 'em what dey want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)
[Dr. Dre]
It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better
Hook: Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode


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Here Are Some More Details On The Final Moments Of Jovan Belcher's Life
Thanks to a law enforcement source of Peter King's, we now know at least some of Jovan Belcher's last words to GM Scott Pioli before he took his own life. It should also be noted that Pioli was put in the impossible position of actually having to call Romeo Crennel and Gary Gibbs and bring them out to talk to a troubled man with a gun. Read King's full Monday Morning QB piece here.
"But as I reported on NBC Sunday night, a source close to law enforcement on the scene Saturday told me the story had some differences from the one widely reported over the weekend. When Pioli arrived at the Chiefs' complex around 8 a.m., Belcher had just arrived and was out of his car. Pioli got out of his car and noticed that Belcher was in an agitated state, according to my source. As they spoke, Pioli saw Belcher had a gun. Though Belcher was clearly unstable, the source said Pioli didn't feel threatened because Belcher never pointed the gun at him. Belcher and Pioli were alone in the parking lot, a few yards apart, for several minutes.
(The source did not tell me if Pioli knew exactly what Belcher had done before he arrived, but he said clearly Belcher had shot someone and spoke of the police coming for him soon.)
At one point while the two men were alone in the parking lot, the source said, Belcher said to Pioli: 'I came here to tell you thank you. Thank you for my chance. I love you, bro.'
The source said Pioli tried to calm Belcher, but had little success. At one point, Belcher asked Pioli, 'Can I talk to Romeo and Gary?' Crennel and Gibbs, he meant.
Pioli took out his cell phone and called Crennel, asking him to get Gibbs and come outside. (Imagine what Pioli had to be thinking here: I'm calling two of my closest coaching friends to come out into an open parking lot with an unstable man with a gun, who apparently has shot someone, and is impervious to any attempt to calm him down. How dangerous is that?)
Within minutes Gibbs and Crennel appeared. They, too, tried to calm Belcher, to no avail. Belcher thanked them for his NFL opportunity, and he began to walk away from them.
'I wasn't able to reach the young man,' Crennel said softly over the phone from Kansas City Sunday.
Belcher walked a few steps away, put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger."
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