Dr. Dre, Hittman, Ms. Roq, Eddie Griffin — Ed-Ucation

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[Dr Dre]
Ya’ll know me still the same ol’ G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these n****s
Wit no cheese, no deals and no Gs, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did ya’ll think I’m gonna let my dough freeze?

Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o’ G’s
Eazy-E’s Ice Cube’s and D.O.C’s and Snoop D O double G’s
And a group that said muthaf*ck the police
Gave you a tape full of d*pe beats
to bump when ya stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn’t doin too good
Who’s the doctor they told you to go see
Ya’ll better listen up closely
All you n****s that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya’ll are the reason Dre ain’t been getting no sleep
So f*ck ya’ll all of ya’ll
If ya’ll don’t like me blow me
Ya’ll are gonna keep f*ckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[chorus x2 — Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthaf*ckas act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don’t give a f*ck if it’s dark or not

I’m harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
when I’m drunk as f*ck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
F*ck you too b*tch call the cops
I’ma kill you and them loud a*s muthaf*ckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren’t found out
so From here on out it’s the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows anew
And I’m still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Record scratch
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid ’80s

Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It’s ok go with him Hailey

[chorus x2]

[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthaf*ckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn’t bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
Cause I’m from the streets of
I told em all

All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold ’em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ’em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this d*mn label off
I ain’t havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and f*ck rap
You can have it back
So where’s all the mad rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch