Lyrics Language: ScotsEminem The Sauce Lyrics:
[Eminem talkin']
it´s all bad now man, it´s all bad
But yal done fucked up now
Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo
I just want the whole world to know:
That I did not start this, but I will finish it
[Verse]
Comin up it never mattered was color you was
If you could spit then you could spit, that´s it, that´s what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight back packin
Cypherin, fightin for life in this rap
for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped
and you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some ass
If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man
and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column
in The Source was like, the only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like
you were the shit, now it´s like the least you get
three and a half now just means you a peice of shit
four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,
or Benzino I don´t think you even realize
you playin with motherfuckers lives, I don´t watched Dre
get fucked on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it
Now you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slide
I said I wouldnt hold my fucken breath to get a five
Shit I was right, Ida fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God I never lie I bet that´s why
you let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain´t look at the shit we knew
you´d probly try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got A-Ks to Dave Mayes' head
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/ehI ]Every issue there´s an eight page Made-Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid, of this fuckin waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old Gs bout to get smoked like rolled weed
You don´t know me or my motherfuckin mother you motherfuckin punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little sell out mag
I ain´t mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a
poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don´t know about? ya
Lets talk about how your puttin you own son out there
To try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat
Your never gonna blow, bitch your just too old
No wonder your sore now, Lordy, your bored now
I´m pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and youl never beat me
all you do is cheat me out of quotables but you know
that youl always see me on your TV
Cuz you gotta stay up till three in the mornin
To see your video played once on BET
So he-he-he who has the last laugh?
Aftermath ya so on behalf on our whole staff
kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzinos wack
no matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow jack
Your better off tryin to bring R-S-O back
Look at your track record that´s how far it goes back
it´s extortion ?? proportion
so half of the staff up there is fresh outa jail from boston
Bullyin and bossin, Dave like a slave
they've completely brainwashed him
And forced him to stay locked in his own office afraid of the softest
fakest, wannabe gangster in New York
And it´s pitiful, cuz I never woulda said shit
if you´d kept your mouth shut
Bitch now what? hit it clue, spit it slay
New shit, exclusive yo lanten an whoo kid
You know what to do with this: use it
I´m through, this is stupid, I can´t believe I stooped to this
bullshit to do this...
And who you callin a bitch? Bitch. You owe me.
Lyrics: The Sauce, Eminem [end] 