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We Aint - текст песни



We Ain't


[Man talking]





Haha





Ladies and gentlemen





You are now about to witness the strength of aftermath





Straight out the motherfuckin streets of compton





Put your hands together for Game Bitch! !


[Talking in the backround]


[Verse 1] Game





me and marshall aint start shit





they listen to our shit and talk shit about us





but that shit is fowl, when I try and feed my son





and drop multi-platinum albums





make my motha proud





that her son made it out





of his home when they hate us





and think they can erase us,





they say shit but fuck them, shady wanted the greatest





like biggie and pac was,





we saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it





me him and fifty racin,





this rap shit is basic





I follow dead J shit





Think of what I wana say step in da booth and one take it





How could I not sell a million when im rappin on Dre?s hit





And spit dat classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit





The media is bullshittin, we cant 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 it





Sware to god I erase them





Put da clip in their waist, and before I go out on dat fake shit





Im so sick and tired of diz black shit this white shit





So I sit here and write shit, Em they aint gunna like this





So they callin us


[Chorus] 2x





cuz we aint





goin





no where





so fuck you





[Em]





this day the game will never be da same





[Dre]





da same da same da same again





[Em]





the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME





you now about to witness the power





[Man]





of GAME


[Verse2 ] Eminem





only Dre can





judge me for the mistakes I make and





if im fakin, im clay aiken [Gun shot]





you aint fifty, and you aint game





you lame, you tame, bitch you mild sauce





you aint ready to make that flame switch





youll end up in the same situation, same shit





different days, just with different gangstas and you face which





way do you wana face, when your brains hit pavement





think of what youll say to Pasteur masin save it





for the day, they got the afradavids wavin





in my face lookin for answers raps sensation





eminem battles a water of accusations





that he had somebody plaster the mask of Jason





was found at the scene of the task with maskin tape and





the witness penis up his ass so fast it caved in





and they asked him to clean up his act you bastards wastin





to much time me no kiss ass and if dats da case then..





we aint goin. . .


[Chorus] 2x





cuz we aint





goin





no where





so fuck you





[Em]





this day the game will never be da same





[Dre]





da same da same da same again





[Em]





the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME





you now about to witness the power





[Man]





of GAME


[Verse 3] Game





yo get Dre on the fone quick





tell him Em just killed me on my own shit





im walkin through 8 mile startin to get home sick





imma do shady numbers im ridin my own dick





ya da chrome sick, da windows tinted





if eminem is anybody im a unda da penalty





these niggaz is killin them





take a minute to listen





turn down my Jimmy Hendrix





I throw your demo out the window





Telling me its hot, when its not





And you got, what you got





From the rocks, on the block





You could stop, telling Dre you got shot





With a glock, those don?t fade me





Im crazzi, why the fuck you think im rymin with shady





I don?t care if the radio don?t play me





I say what I say





When I feel like im feelin today





It gets hard when these bitches see my car in the street





I cant even take my son to cop them g-unit sneaks





So im gone bitch . . .


[Chorus] 2x





cuz we aint





goin





no where





so fuck you





[Em]





this day the game will never be da same





[Dre]





da same da same da same again





[Em]





the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME





you now about to witness the power





[Man]





of GAME


[Talking till the end]



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