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The Game - We Aint Feat Eminem Lyrics

[The Game]
Hahahaha, ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength, Aftermath
Straight out the mothafuckin' streets of Compton
Put your hands together for Game bitch! Hahahaha

[Eminem]
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back on the mothafuckin' map
Aftermath in that ass bitch!
Game, let's go

[The Game]
Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit
and talk shit about us, but that shit is foul
when I'm tryin' to feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But it's hard when they hate us, and think Em a racist
They say shit, but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest
Like Biggie and Pac was, we started throat was empty
and decided to chase it, me him and 50 racin'
This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit
Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical LA, N.W.A. shit
The media is bullshit, now we can't even say "bitch"
They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin'
Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin' us

CHORUS
(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
[Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangsters
[Eminem] The Game just isn't the same, it's changin'
It's a new Game! You're now about to witness the power

[Eminem]
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm makin'
If I'm fakin', I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame
Bitch, your mind's lost, you ain't 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 wavin' in my face
Lookin' for answers, rap 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 wastin' too much time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't goin'...

Chorus

[The Game]
Lo get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
I'm walkin' 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 in it, body armor under the panel
Ten these niggaz is killin' it, take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin' me it's hot when it's 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 rhymin' wit' 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 cop them G Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch

Chorus

[Eminem]
Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Oh!
G shit homie
Can't do nothin' but respect
So shut yo' ass up, Aftermath motherfucker
Haha, Game, Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, G Unit!
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!