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D12 - 6 In The Morning

[Intro: Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group bitch!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Verse 2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life

[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

D12 - Bitch

[Intro: Eminem]
Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes like this

[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little somethin you probably won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore

[Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.

Get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
You little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
Not trailer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
Untill you look at me before you answer the phone
When i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But i'm takin the key with me.
You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
Disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
Watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
And i leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when i hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
Your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin

[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fuckin half indian chick, suck my dick
This time tommorow, i wont remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they aint now and laters bitch.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didnt you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)
Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whinin and shit, get this bitch a kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a dolla, jus hop in the range)
(fuck both yall niggas)
See i was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)

[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a bitch but dont choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We bangin Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dollar
Blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, i want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cuz men jus
Partyin bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin the train to spain, don't bother callin bitch

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did i stu-stu-studder stupid?
You aint listein to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talkin bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And i spill a drink on it, actin like i'm drunk when i'm not
I"M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
IM JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!

(D-Twizzy, Yeah. Bitch, Bitch)

Eminem - I'm Shady

Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (Huh?) 
Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl (I did) 
Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl 
Sold a billion tapes and still screamed fuck the world 
(Slim Shady), so come and kill me while my name's hot 
And shoot me twenty five times in the same spot (Ow) 
Think I've got a generation brainwashed 
To pop pills and smoke pot till they brains rot (Uh, oh?) 
Stop they blood flow until they veins clot 
I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch 
Purple haze and acid raindrops 
Spike the punch at the party and drain pop (gulp gulp) 
Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top 
Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop 
Gotta make 'em fear you before you make 'em feel you 
So everybody buy my shit or I'mma come and kill you 
I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets 
I'm your brother when you need some new weed to set you free 
You know me I'm your friend when you need a minithin 
(Slim Shady) 
I'm Shady 
I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful (Uh huh huh) 
I like birds, bees, I like people 
I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful 
Like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (Woo!) 
The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike 
While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like 
And this is how I am in real life 
I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice (Uh 
huh) 
How you wanna scare somebody with a gun threat 
When they're high off of drugs they haven't even done yet 
So bring the money by tonight 
Cause your wife says this is the biggest knife 
She ever saw in her life (Help me help me) 
I try to keep it positive and play it cool 
Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school (Stay in 
school!) 
Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better 
Tonight I think I'll write my biggest fan a fuck you letter 
(chorus) 
I listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it (Aw that shit 
is wack) 
Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit (What????) 
People don't buy shit no more they just dub it 
That's why I'm still broke and had the number one club hit (Yup, uh 
huh) 
But they love it when you make your business public 
So fuck it, I've got herpes while we're on the subject (Uh huh) 
And if I told you I had AIDS y'all would play it 
Cause you stupid motherfuckers think I'm playing when I say it 
Well, I do take pills, don't do speed 
Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed 
Don't do smack, I do do shrooms 
Do drink beer, I just wanna make a few things clear 
My baby mama's not dead (nuh uh), she's still alive and bitching (yup) 
And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itching 
It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS infested 
I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested 
(chorus) 
I told you I was Shady 
Y'all didn't wanna believe me 
I'm Shady 
And that's my name

Eminem - Rap Game

By d-12 / 50 cent

The rap game,
Hip hop 101,
The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have,
You can't learn this shit in no history book,
You ready to rap motherfucker,
You ready to sell your soul,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,

The rap game motherfucker...

Verse 1

I'm like this rufted nigga, you made me crazy,
You should have slaved me as a baby,
Behavin shadier the wes craven,
And you ain't even gotta pay me,
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily,
You face me, fuck it's over, you think fast,
I'm never fucked up to where I cant whip your ass,
Your neck will get snaped with bare hands,
Fuck you, they say rappin is cool,
But fool just don't confuse it,
What happens is you's get rude and then I loose it,
I'm scatless (? ? ), I blow your two ears off the atless,
With a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga,
You are not will'in, in fact, your through to ya factered (? ? ),
A crack dealer, your president sends me smack
And got a mac 10 with it so I ain't gotta rap,
I'm thankfull for that, don't mistaken me black,
Or you'll be stinkin in the back of a fuckin cadalak...

(eminem)
I'm a get snuffed cause I ain't said enough to pipe down,
I pipe down when the fuckin (blanked) whipped out,
When I see that little (blanked) dyke get sniped out,
Lights out bitch, odioss, goodnight (blowe)
Now put that in your little pipe and whipe down,
Think for a minute cause the hype had died down,
That I wont go up in the oval office right now,
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down,
I'm all for america, fuck the government,
Tell that seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick,
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch,
Take away my gun, I'm gonna talk some other shit,
Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade,
Switch blade with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade,
The shits like a samari sword, a censay,
Shit just don't change ta this day,
I'm this way still tell that ut-slay its-bay,
I'm a say my ick-day, choose my ick-pay,
Addenlay, but uck-fay, ick-kay...

Chorus 1
(eminem)

This rap game, this rap game,
I ain't sell'in my soul for this rap game,
Now I ain't digg'in no hole for this rap game,
But I'm tellin ya no it ain't happenin..

This rap game, this rap game,
I ain't sell'in my soul for this rap game,
I ain't digg'in no hole for this rap game,
This rap game, this rap game...

Verse 2

I bet ya lovin me (? ? ), drink and drown in my own iniquity,
But fuck that, I'm gonna rap till y'all get sick of me,
And clutch my last sack, it's been all who big on me,
I'm pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me,
I'm saying you motherfuckers, don't know'ith, who playin,
If I'm broke, then I'm brakin open the place where you layin,
You know, same she every nigga done in his life,
I livin this why (? ? ), speak long (? ? ), what I blow when I write,
So why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed,
Take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap
But no shots (? ? ), never me (? ? ), you never (? ? ), and I don't wanna (? ? ),
When they say it was wack...

I walk in the party and just start bustin,
Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction,
This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome,
To let you know that time without morse dangerom (? ? ), (nigga)
I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty,
To do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty,
You feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese,
With you see (? ? ) who be unlucky g, my lifestyle is unstable,
A partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club
So I brought me a matic, coughin the static,
I jump nigga's call me a rabbit,
Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...

Chorus 2

Believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy,
Make makin millions look easy,
Everywhere you turn you see me,
You hear me..

Believe me, you see my pistol and three dead,
No time to call the peace treaty,
Dial 911 cause you need the...,
Police to help you, believe me,

Verse 3

I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve,
This is obserde, these street nigga's twistin my words,
We finally could say goodbye to hollywood,
Cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin,
The nasty been with gasoline cans (? ? ),
We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (? ? ),

No one must, fuck this statue dawg,
Nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall,
Put your job on the ground (? ? ), then the dog in the pound (? ? ),
Then I'm goin out of town, for the law come around,
So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats,
Matter a fact we can battle with placks,

(eminem)

This rap game

(bizarre)

I'm too fuckin retarted, I don't give a fuck about my dick,
Thats why I'm date'in raymond bobbet,
My crew had a arguement who was the largest,
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist,
Plus I made the beat to all the raps,
Well I really didnt but I did according to this contract,
I was thrown in the snow with no where to go,
Freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (? ? ),
My little girl, she should'nt listen to these lyrics,
Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears,
To make sure she hear it,
If rap don't work I'm startin a group with garth brooks,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha
This ain't the hook... (? ? )

Chorus 1

The Game - Don't Need Your Love

[The Game]
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga
I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga

[The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes
I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta teach my son

[Chorus: Faith Evans]
I don't need your love, no no no no
I don't need your love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, no I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause, the, game, don't, change

[The Game]
I heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's
And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source
Plus them awards I don't need
And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is

[Chorus] w/ variations + ad libs
[The Game]
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm gone
Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot
On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison
I got niggaz doin life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war

[Chorus] - 2X w/ variations + ad libs

The Game - New York

[CHORUS]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips nigga I'm in New York New York
With a hundred bloods and a hundred crips whenever I'm in New York New York
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips ride with a hundred bloods and a hundred crips
Whenever I'm in New York New York

[Verse 1]
Everbody wanna know why he got beef
Cause in my dreams I talked to Pac and B.I.G.
Got on the plane hopin at the NYC
It's me behind the bars like G Ali
Niggas want me to d.i.e.
Been there done that woke up from a coma on 3 I.V.'s
Eyes on the throne somebody in my seat
Fillin' in with rap like Mari Ben Ari
i scoop up swears drive thru the Bronx
and get Jada on the phone my next stop is Yonkers
after that is Harlem, why?
cuz im a certified gangsta and Jim Jones is throwing the blood party
red bandanas from 93rd to a hundred 15th of Lennox
its the sequel to menace
and o lord he done went o dogg
made fiftys beat his and knocked dem both off

[CHORUS]
New aftermath chain on that's the bling
stones yellow and black and he a latin king
mida me emone hefe semone translation i make money off ring tones
king blood even though when i used to sling drugs
wen i seen snoop he tell me keep doin ya thing cuzz
i do it cuz i love it do it for da niggaz dat dont know the difference between chuck taylors and chuckas
im a gangsta tell Remy Martin i wanna fuck her
thats wat i call a championship game at the rucker
Ja Rule B change the subject
yall aint got no stars like the flag of the dominican republic after Angies show i was funna get da bustin
catch a cab to the house and ask any nigga hustlin
i didnt have to live in new york all my life
to know the A and D trains go to Washington Heights

[CHORUS]
Left the VMA awards went back to the hood
Streets was talkin Game got slapped by Suge
False I was face to face with him
Media wanna criticize the Game like he had Mase with him
He a hood nigga that ain't tried to snake niggas
Walked through the five buroughs neva had Jake wit him
Bake it how you want ain't no cupcake in
them Even Diddy know i make the city glow
Never had an album never had his own video
And I was selling crack while Ja was watching Fifty blow White t-shirt converse and my dickies on
Signed with Dre recorded a hundred and fifty songs
Now the fucking hip hop police hating
tryin to run me out in New York like Anthony Mason
nigga I'll come and erase you
Only nigga from California that'll come with a tongue with razor

[CHORUS]

The Game - Put It In The Air Feat. Sky

[Sky]
Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing
on the West, ever since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still nothin for me to get you shot
You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp
Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp
The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette
And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle
As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

[The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin
Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies
I'm like them Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

[Sky]
I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I'm in the game for the cash mayne
And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they still love to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War{?} pimpin that ho shit
In Cali smokin that 'dro shit
I still push fishscale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

Snoop Dogg - Batman And Robin

[Chorus: Lady of Rage & RBX]
No one, can save the day like Batman
Robin, will make you sway like that and
Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
Deep in Gotham, fightin crime
No one, can save the day like Batman

[RBX]
Commissioner X here!
Batman & Robin, we have a bit of a problem
There's trouble brewing in Gotham City
You MUST act fast!

[Lady of Rage] + (Snoop)
Holy mackeral Batman! I think these clowns need to back down
Let's be the Gap Band and drop the bomb on 'em and make 'em SCAT man
(When you say scat man, like the brother called brother) Uh-huh
(When it's on, it's cold, so bring the coroner cover)
We can take it to the Bassment, live with Tigger
Go get The Riddler, to watch me play that nigga like a fiddler
on a hot tin roof, I got them watchin who?
She who spits it like she was sippin rot-ten brew, ooh
(We Marvel at you Comics, you ain't no Superhero)
You just a stupid zero, you ain't hard like DeNiro

[Snoop Dogg] + (Rage)
Surprise! The Dynamic Duo
Batman & Robin, gats set for squabbin (nigga!)
Splat! Hit 'em like forty-five shells (nigga!)
Plat! Means more than one million sales
That's nuff shot to lick, you get done up
Plus we got the Bat gats, so why would you run up?

"Batman! Batman! Batman."
{*scratched: "And you're about to find out"*}

[Chorus]
{*scratched: "And you're about to find out"*}
[Lady of Rage]
Yeah, when it's beef in Gotham City I, gots to flip and
Hit 'em with the POW! BAM! BIFF! Whoa
Pick up your lips, don't trip, tie your shoelace
When I spit, I split it, turn Harvey Dent into Two-Face
Robin, I'm more than a sidekick, I'm more like the livest
They wanna go head up and collide
And like collision, hope your moms made provisions
See you ain't got no wins baby, not even a smidgen
Mad hostility dealt, now I'ma really be felt
Switch on my utility belt, make yo' facility melt
I go Mad on yo' Hatter, watch yo' whole shit splatter
Get, wicked on yo' case like Detective Van Adder
So the, sayin goes, if you snooze you lose
Trust you do, me and Batman the Dynamic Two!

[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Cold day in Gotham in the Bat Cave chillin
Catnip for Catwoman so she caught the feeling
Huh, talk about flavor for a Pringle
A favor for a favor maybe later we can mingle
Damn, just then, the Bat Phone ringin
They hoo-bangin' in Gotham, I got to do my thing

[RBX]
Batman! War is on the brink
It seems that the Penguin is causing a stink
Call up Robin quick, you know what to do
Add dye to the water and splash the town blue

[Snoop Dogg]
Shit I'm there in a flash, Batmobile on 3's
Trust me buddy, got heat for Mr. Freeze
And Clayface will catch the em-brace
of napalm when I drop my Bat Bomb
.. and don't you forget it
Takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it

[Outro]
No one, can save the day like Batman
Robin, will make you sway like that and
Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
Deep in Gotham, fightin crime
No one, can save the day like Batman
Robin, will make you sway like that and
Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
Deep in Gotham, fightin crime

[Lady of Rage]
Dirty Dinkins Batman!
Did you see those crispy khaki creases on that rugged wretched..

[Snoop Dogg]
Aiy-yo-yo-yo kick back Robin
Get Alfred and tell him to have barbecued buffalo wings
and a pitcher of Kool-Aid on chill
It's about to get real in the field

[Lady of Rage]
Leapin Lo-lo's! Over there Batman! That's a no-no!
Let's hop out this fo'-do'!

[Snoop Dogg]
Yea yea yea, systems engaged
Start the Bat Engine, hit the Bat Switches
You ready Robin? Let's dip

[Lady of Rage]
Let's, dip! Holy Hoodrat Sally smokin crack in the alley
Let's, dip! I mean, crazy kinfolk in Kingsville Batman!
We must, we MUST Batman, listen to me
Holy Leapin Lizards and Gizzards and all that shit that come with it
And potatoes on top with gravy in the middle
God damnit Batman! {*echoes*}

"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da--da-da-dah - BATMAN!!"