Lo, get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Em' just killed me on my own shit

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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 in it, body armor under the Pendleton
These niggas is killing it, take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimi Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
For telling me it's hot, when it's not and you got
What you got from them rocks, on the block, you just stopped
Telling Dre you got shot with a Glock, that don't fade me
I'm crazy, why the fuck you think I'm rhyming with Shady?

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Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit
They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But it's hard when they hate us, and 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, him and 50 racin'
This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit
Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth and one-take it
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