[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 Gs, no wheels and no keys    No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis    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    Did 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    to bump when ya stroll through in your hood    And when your album sales wasn't doin too good    Who's the doctor they 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 their lips    Just a buncha gibberish    And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre       [Eminem]    So what do you say to somebody you hate    Or anyone 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 walkman 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 tryin to park a Dodge    when 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 weren't found out    so From here on out it's the Chronic 2    Startin today and tomorrows anew    And I'm still loco enough    To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew    Record scratch    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 '80s    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]