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(feat. Xzibit) [Eminem:] You turn that beat up [Verse 1: Eminem] My music is constantly provin' That it can put you in the mood To jump out of ya car while its movin' You've been waitin' on this moment My sermon is like an omen I'm serving I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open and I jumped through it My shit if you don't get pumped to it I quit Heres my rhyme book go ahead and thumb through it And pick what you want from it Rummage And find something you can use to jump someone and roll up of it I'm constantly coppin' over you squattin' Shit has gotten To the point where I ain't even writin' no more i'm just jottin' This is chicken scratch Shit is sickening I've been kickin' ass off of bullshit throw away rhymes Letras de cancionesPick a batch I live for the love of rap You crazy? I've made beats for Jay-Z Capri page me If you need a beat You Canibus then its Dre's beat You Kay Slay the beats waved I stay beefin' with JD 'Till the day Dre two-ways me That its OK to stop blazin' him Ooops I put it out I apoligize now Its too late G Its on tape and the tape leaked Say what you say motherfucker Drama King Kay Slay motherfucker We dictate these mixtapes motherfucker Xzibit lace this little gay midget cock sucker [Xzibit:] Ladies and gentlemen This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate Tattoo a.k.a. The Leprahcaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri Come on ladies and gentlemen sing along [Singing:] Don't think about no reason Don't think about no reason Don't think about no reason To Liiiiiiive [Xzibit:] Fuckin' faggot [Verse 2: Xzibit] If ya So So Def then bitch get a hearing aid Ain't worth the gauge Ya heart pumpin' lemonade Hook, line and sink when you took the bait Act ya age not ya size, not ya weight Everytime you profess you makin' hits Why it always got to sound like the next man's shit? Went from Big, to Puff to Snoop to Jay Hey Jermaine whos dick you 'gon ride today Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre Never liked ya fuckin' ass any god damn way And I could care less if we label mates I got love for the Brack Get off Bow Wow's back Fuck you, fuck the nigga thats writin' ya raps What up Loc get ya L.A. pass revoked Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked But you might get robbed and choked Or you might disappear kidnapped with no ransom note Off the leash off the hook off the chain Fuck Jermaine You ain't got to say my name Speak now or forever hold the dick in your mouth You ain't the mayor you don't run shit in the South Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon The underage bitch in the Kelly tape gettin' pee'd on Cock eyed midget with a Napolean complex You represent nonsense Harlem Shake to that high jumped to hell You the best in the business I can't tell Too late to apoligize kiss my ass We about to cut your whole Sound Scan in half Homie protect yourself Stop fuckin' with West nigga respect yourself Its a short ride to the top and a long way down Look at the machine i'm about to drop now This ain't no beef Its more like lunch meat Large caliber heat Lets take it to the street Motherfucker [Xzibit:] Ha ha ha ha Oh my god Yeah Yeah From Letras Mania