Eminem - The Sauce - Скачать mp3 бесплатно

[Eminem talkin']

Its all bad now man, its 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 what color you was

If you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it was

Back when, motherf*ckers 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

at The Source was like, the only source of light

When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like

you were the ****, now its like the least you get

three and a half now just means you a peice of ****

four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,

or Benzino I dont think you even realize

you playin with motherf*ckers lives, I dont watched Dre

get ****ed on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it

Now you f*cked me outa my mics twice I let it slide

I said I wouldnt hold my f*cken breathto get a five

Sh*t I was right, Ida f*ckin died already tryin

I swear to God I never lie I bet thats why

you let that b*tch give me that bullsh*t review

I sat and took it, I aint look at the sh*t we knew

You'd probly try to f*ck us with Obie and 50 too

F*ck a relationship we through

No more Source with street cred, them days is dead

Dre's got A-Ks to dave mase's head

Every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread

Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head

That I am not afraid, hes just a f*ckin waste of lead

on my pencil, for me to write some sh*t this simple

So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed

This old Gs bout to get smoked like raw weed

You dont know me or my motherf*ckin mother you motherf*ckin punk

Put me on your motherf*ckin cover to sell your little sell out mag

I aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad

You wanna talk about some sh*t that you dont 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 float b*tch your just too old

No wonder your sore now lordy your bored now

Im pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door down

B*tch this is war now, and youl never beat me

all you do is cheat me out of quatables 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 gets 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 thats how far it goes back

Its extortion n Ray own's a proportion

so half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail from boston

Bullyin and bossin, caged 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 its pitiful, cuz I never woulda said sh*t to you if you'd kept your mouth shut

B*tch now what? Hit a clue, spit it slay

New sh*t, exclusive ?? whoo kid

You know what to do with this: use it

Im through, this is stupid, I cant believe I stooped to this

bullsh*t to do this...

And who you callin a b*tch? B*tch. You owe me.

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