More songs by Eminem
Description
Mixing Engineer, Producer: Eminem
Composer Lyricist, Additionalproducer: Luis Resto
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve King
Recording Engineer: Tony Campana
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: S. King
Lyrics and translation
Original
Once you call my name out, things will never be the same!
They soon will never let us get our foot in this game.
Ever since I was introduced to rap music, I've been missing a screw like Bishop and Juice. I could lose it at any moment.
Those who know me know it, so they probably told to go with the flow just so that I don't explode and have another episode where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did.
I'm waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked, and loaded. I'm ready to go so bad, I'm going bananas.
My dick's so hard, Anna Nicole could use it to fuck in Polo with. Oh shit!
I mean when she was still bloated before they cut her stomach open and lipo'd it.
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a game. 'Cause they know that they don't spit the same.
It's a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame.
Every day it's the same thing, people in this game try to buddy-buddy us just to get close enough to study us.
Everybody just wants to have something to do with that.
They all trying to get that stamp, they after that Shady Aftermath money. It's like a monopoly.
They probably just now finally understand how to rob fully. 50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for me.
Andre, it's like we hit the fucking lottery and a damn slot machine at the same time as each other.
Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers when we rhyme with each other?
In time, we discovered that we had more in common than we thought with each other. Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain't want us.
What was wrong with us?
Was it our fault 'cause we started thinking God doesn't love us? Two hard motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right time.
What a coincidence, 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica, Queens, I still remember the call up at Chunkin' 'cause Big L had just got popped just a month before.
"If 50 lives, he's getting dropped from Columbia.
" Two years later, me and Doc had to come and, uh, operate.
That's when he popped up at number one, and we ain't never gonna stop if you want to run, even if I'm under the gun.
You ain't gotta agree all the time with me or see eye to eye.
There'll always be enemies, so they between you and I. But see, the difference is, if it is, I could give a shit.
Still gonna conduct motherfucking business as usual. Egos aside 'fore I bruise 'em all.
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call Nikes.
Earthlings, how do you like these?
You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of them, they're like cleats. Stomping, I've been romping since Tim Dog was hollering, "Fuck Compton!
" I was wilding, freestyling back when they were still making Maxell cassettes and wasn't even rap celkas yet.
That tells us that any doubts in your head, that seals the shit. Ticky ticky tock, ticky ticky tock.
Still with the ticky ticky tock, ticky ticky tock, and you don't stop!