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are dope, styles that meet
Any rapper clappin' you'd talkin'
You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go
This record's for real spin that wax in that
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
Due to technical dificulties beyond our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us
Erick Sermon, keep keep it on
Def Squad,
Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka...

[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
kill like Air Force strikers
I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness

[Interlude: movie sample]
The dark, and this place will come here
That's
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I
Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (ohh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo
Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp 
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother 
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound 
You flop,
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D 

Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy 

By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises 

Or ask
the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I
just imitating 
So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up, 
Please stand up, 
Please stand up 

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat will the real Slim Shady
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat will the real Slim Shady
down and his system up

So, will the real shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind
million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testing
other Slim Shadys are just imitating 
So won't the real Slim shady
Please stand up, 
Please stand up, 
Please stand up 

Will Smith don't gotta cuss
if it's really real 

Interlude: Booster 
And when I was a lil stereo 
I listened to some champion 
I always wondered 

And will I be the numba
just imitating 
So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up, 
Please stand up, 
Please stand up 

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell
a hearse with their bodies covered
It's gonna be a cold summer
As soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit will stop

A couple scums in the street
We don't