(Intro)Welcome... Detriot, MichiganWe're here at the national Khu Klux Klan RallyToday we're gonna welcome one of our newest membersHis name's EminemHis clan name's gon' be Marshall MathersHeh, he, ha, I like itAnyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin'Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a nigger lover, boySmile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap starYou're gon' get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boyAnd you gon' sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will!You hear me?You gon' get with Dr. GayN, W... with a dick is his mouthN, W, AIDS... I don't give a shitYou gon' hustle your ass off, boyCause when they kissin' your ass, they kissin' the Klan's assAnd when they suckin' YO dick, they suckin' Hitler's dickJust remember one thing, boy...Every God-damned dollar you make, well, that's just another dollar for the Klan(Song starts)(Intro)What?!My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic)Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love)You know there's no love, nigga (fuckin' haters.. ain't no love for no haters)Yeah... My niggas encarcerated(all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up)Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9...Since it's your moment to shine on this motherfuckin' record, why don't you show them how we keep it out West?(Chorus)Gangsta'd outFor all my riders in the streetsWe gangsta'd outStill haulin' after policeWe're Gangsta'd outYou niggas know what we aboutWe gangsta'd outWe keep it gangsta'd outGangsta'd outTo all my niggas c-walkin'We gangsta'd outTo all my niggas b-walkin'We're gangsta'd outYou niggas know what we aboutWe gangsta'd outWe keep it gangsta'd out(Verse 1)Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happensCause I'll probably go out blazin', in a gun fightCause I only got one life (sup, nigga?!)And I'ma do what I choose, to live itMash, murder for cashAnd pray to God this ain't our lastDays on earth (my... nigga)You's a bitch for what she worth, and splitYou see our cats representIf you a mack, let's get bent, niggaPull out our pot on the cornerFor all my doggs in a comaWho died in CaliforniaFrom Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the BayPacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and FilipinosPuerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodiesEscalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet upSo roll the weed up (what up, nigga?)Parkin' lot packed, and polishin' actsQ 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win itLike gold bend it, scrilla we spend itCash, Yola, the game ain't overHold up, soldier(Chorus)(Verse 2)First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah)Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh)First to rock the ace duece, with the matches 'round the rimThe diamond in the middle, first to pend a 'hood filmLabeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the HoodGangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeahIt's killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitolAnd rollin' through my 'hood, boy, you better duck for the ???True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!)Lay that ass out, you backin' out? Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh)We keep it hard, ain't no cuts up in our 'browYeah, he's alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!)The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to followChoke that ass out, like your girl before she swallowWon't ever stopThese niggas you love to hate, true...Gangsta riders, livin' in the... gangsta state(Chorus)(Verse 3)When they pronounced that the war was overI sparked a Vega filled with DosiaAnxious to pop, thinkin' of 'PacWhy did nobody drop?Who got it locked?In Y Cal... California took a bowNow New York turnin' the game with our styleL.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentalsReally ain't raw, just represent on what they sawCasualties shook the industryAssasination of Biggie and 'PacKhadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin' Techs, up the sideMakaveli, your riders scared to ride!The realest done diedRepresentin'... Ghetto politicAnd the last Don, lock up the gameSew up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin' Death Row???? your record sales, around the World without a tourPushin' Peruvian flightCan't wait to spark a flame in BlazeBlaze Magazine... for underatin' 'PacPull out some Henn for Khadafi and EazyEternally... We thuggin' in peaceFuck the peace!(Chorus)(2x)(Music fades out)
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