to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna
wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But
:] She-she's suck me 'til I came, then she suck me more [scream] She sucked me with a condome, then she suck me raw! [scream] She a freak, my-my gun thing
me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist
over here) And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where) [Eminem:] Haha [50 Cent:] Yeah [Eminem:] It's The Re-Up [50 Cent:] Haha [Eminem:] God, I love
deep, it's always drama in the club (Yeah) Now they heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love
love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night (Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money we don't love
chased me It only made me, what I am today see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryin to strip me of
Now Suge punk Dre, but he don?t punk me I?m on the Vibe Awards this year, nobody punch me (Game you know I write that hook, for hate it or love it) So
jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin
love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to
talk like Goldie if the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me (haha Sorry Kim haha) Chorus (Eminem) Souls Assasins y'all What up Muggs? (DJ Muggs) What up Em? (Eminem
notions At least thats what the homies told me [Chorus:] The celebration, the movement Man we young and confused But to ambitius to lose it You see we loving
- leave it - stop - format it" [x4] [Verse 8: Busta Rhymes] (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood You niggaz
Trice:] (Get Low Obie) Well You Know Your Chick Know Me Your Click Know Me Your Girl Blow'd Me Go Crazy Like A Skitzo You Cant Hold Me (Turn It Up) Pop
But I thank God I?m with my holmies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or video?s gonna show me No love, they?re phony Gotta hit
me no love The phony gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by sony I'm in the middle like monie And the press say that My own people disowned me