Paroles We ain't Eminem

We ain't

[The Game]
Ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength
Of Aftermath straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton
Put your hands together for Game bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that ass bitch
Game let's go

Me and Marshall aint start shit,
they listen to our shit and talk shit about us
but that shit is foul
but i'm tryina feed my son
drop mulitplatinum albums,
make my mother proud
that her son made it out
but it's hard when they hate us
they think Em a racist
they say shit, but fuck them,
Shady one of the greatest,
like Biggie and Pac was
we saw the throne was empty
and decided to chase it
Me, Em and 50 racin
this rap shit is basic
i followed that Jay shit
Think of what I wanna say step in da booth and one-take it
how could i not sell a million when im rappin on Dre hits?
And spit tha classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit
The media is bullshittin, we can't even say bitch
They accusing Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
Now people wanna place him
with murderers and rapists
They comin' I can taste this
swear to God I erase it
Put the clip in and waste 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired
this black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit,
Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin us

[Refrain] :
[The Game]:
We ain't...goin...nowhere...so fuck you
We ain't...goin...nowhere...so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game will never be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

[Eminem]
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame
Bitch your mild sauce, you aint ready to make that flame switch
you'll end up in the same situation, same shit
Different day, just with different gangstas in your face
Which way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers, rap's sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations
That he had somebody blasted
The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case
And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going...

[Refrain]

[The Game]
Yo get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick
I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick
Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted
If Eminem is anybody on my under the penalty
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me its hott when its not and you got what you got
From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot
With a glock that don't phase me,
I'm crazy why the fuck you think I'm rhyming with Shady
I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today
And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to Compton G-Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch...

[Refrain]