Eminem - We Ain't

 [The Game]
Ladies  and   gentleman
You are   now  about   to witness  the strength
Of Aftermath  straight   out the mothafuckin  streets of Compton
Put your  hands together    for  Game  bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back  on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that  ass bitch
Game let 's go

Me and Marshall aint start shit,
they listen to our shit and talk shit about us
but  that shit is foul
but i'm tryina feed my  son
drop mulitplatinum  albums,
make my mother proud
that her son made  it out
but it's hard  when they hate us
they 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, Em and 50 racin
this rap shit is  basic
i followed that Jay shit
 Think of what I wanna say  step  in da   booth  and one -take it
how  could  i not sell a million when im rappin on Dre hits?
And spit  tha   classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit
The media  is bullshittin, we can't 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 this
swear  to God I erase it
Put the  clip in and waste 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired
this black  shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit,
Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin us

[Refrain] :
[The Game]:
We ain't...goin...nowhere ...so fuck you
We ain't...goin...nowhere...so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game  will  never  be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

[Eminem]
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame , you're tame
Bitch your mild sauce, you aint  ready to make that flame  switch
you'll end up in the same situation, same shit
Different  day, just with different gangstas in your face
Which way  do you wanna face when your   brains  hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers, rap's sensation  Eminem battles  to ward off accusations
That he had somebody blasted
The Mask   of Jason was found at the  scene  of the task with masking
 tape
And the victim's penis  up his ass, a   basket  case
And they ask him to  clean    up his act, you bastards wasting too 
 much  time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't  going...

[Refrain]

[The Game]
 Yo  get Dre on the  phone  quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
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 anybody on my under the penalty
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn  down my   Jimmy Hendrix , I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me its hott when its not and you got what you got
 From them  rocks on the  block, you  can stop tellin Dre you got shot
With a glock  that don't phase me,
I'm crazy why the fuck you think I'm rhyming with Shady
I don't care if the  radio  don't play me, I say what I say when 
I feel like I'm
feelin today
And get hard when these bitches see  my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to Compton G-Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch...


[Refrain]
 [The Game]
Ladies  and   gentleman
You are   now  about   to witness  the strength
Of Aftermath  straight   out the mothafuckin  streets of Compton
Put your  hands together    for  Game  bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back  on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that  ass bitch
Game let 's go

Me and Marshall aint start shit,
they listen to our shit and talk shit about us
but  that shit is foul
but i'm tryina feed my  son
drop mulitplatinum  albums,
make my mother proud
that her son made  it out
but it's hard  when they hate us
they 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, Em and 50 racin
this rap shit is  basic
i followed that Jay shit
 Think of what I wanna say  step  in da   booth  and one -take it
how  could  i not sell a million when im rappin on Dre hits?
And spit  tha   classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit
The media  is bullshittin, we can't 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 this
swear  to God I erase it
Put the  clip in and waste 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired
this black  shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit,
Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin us

[Refrain] :
[The Game]:
We ain't...goin...nowhere ...so fuck you
We ain't...goin...nowhere...so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game  will  never  be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

[Eminem]
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame , you're tame
Bitch your mild sauce, you aint  ready to make that flame  switch
you'll end up in the same situation, same shit
Different  day, just with different gangstas in your face
Which way  do you wanna face when your   brains  hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers, rap's sensation  Eminem battles  to ward off accusations
That he had somebody blasted
The Mask   of Jason was found at the  scene  of the task with masking
 tape
And the victim's penis  up his ass, a   basket  case
And they ask him to  clean    up his act, you bastards wasting too 
 much  time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't  going...

[Refrain]

[The Game]
 Yo  get Dre on the  phone  quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
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 anybody on my under the penalty
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn  down my   Jimmy Hendrix , I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me its hott when its not and you got what you got
 From them  rocks on the  block, you  can stop tellin Dre you got shot
With a glock  that don't phase me,
I'm crazy why the fuck you think I'm rhyming with Shady
I don't care if the  radio  don't play me, I say what I say when 
I feel like I'm
feelin today
And get hard when these bitches see  my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to Compton G-Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch...


[Refrain]