where'dyougo

where'd you go - Eminem/Jay-Z/2Pac

Dre just let it run

Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit

Aiyyo this song is for anyone f**k it

Just shut up and listen aiyyo

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag

Of this w**d it gives me the sh*t needed to be

The most meanest MC on this on this earth

And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse

And just blurt this berserk and bizarre sh*t that works

And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve

All this tension dispensin' these sentences

Getting this stress that's been eating me recently off of this chest

And I rest again peacefully peacefully

But at least have the decency in you

To leave me alone when you freaks see me out

In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter

To not come and speak to me speak to me

I don't know you and no

I don't owe you a motherf**king thing

I'm not mrn sync I'm not what your friends think

I'm not Mr friendly I can be a prick

If you tempt me my tank is on empty is on empty

No patience is in me and if you offend me

I'm lifting you 10 feet lifting you 10 feet in the air

I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you

Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of all you of all you

I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

And I am whatever you say I am

If I wasn't then why would I say I am

In the paper the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am whatever you say I am

If I wasn't then why would I say I am

In the paper the news everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's money cash hoes

I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes

You'd celebrate the minute you was having doe

I'm like f**k critics you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits well I don't give a sh*t so

Rap mags try and use my black a** rap

So advertisers can give em more cash for ad f**kers

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to ritches ni**a I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

Hit me

And still I'm having memories of high speeds when the cops crashed

As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast

We was young and we was dumb but we had heart