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letra de bitch please iii (unofficial remix) - eminem

b-tch please iii (unofficial remix) lyrics
[intro: snoop dogg + dr. dre + ja rule]
yeah, what up, detroit?
nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn’t
they didn’t do it again (what-what, you what?)
you sh-tted on these n-ggas two times, dr. dre?
oh, fo’ sho’
uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
this is special right here (what-what, what-what-what?)
yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie, baby, uh
(murder inc sh-t…)
to the boogie-oogie-oogie
yeah, ya know, what’s crackin’, dre?

[verse 1: dmx (from “ruffest ryders”)]
it’s my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
everyday i show another how a lover slaughter
flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
enough keys from the cuban, to build a f-ckin fort
caught up in somethin that i can’t control
tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let’s role
catch bodies like a cold, and i stay sl!ck so face it
make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
wasted, in the f-ckin streets cause it ain’t worth sh-t
the undertaker take your ass under the earth quick
i love money, but the scrambles hot
so i sn-tch up my man and the gamblin spot
twenty grand is got, when n-ggas shot
one n-gga less what used to be his chest is now a mess under his f-ckin vest
[chorus: nate dogg + snoop dogg]
and you don’t really wanna f-ck, with me
only n-gga that i trust is me
f-ck around and make me bust this heat
that’s the devil, they always wanna dance

[verse 2: xzibit]
i’m the head n-gga in charge, i’m watchin’ you move
you’re found dead in your garage with ten o’clock news coverage
gotta love it ’cause i expose the façade
your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
all jokes aside, come bounce with us
standin’ over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
it’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffs
so who do you trust? they just not rugged enough
when things get rough, i’m in the club shootin’ with puff
b-tch, please! you must have a mental disease
assume the position and get back down on your knees, come on

[chorus: nate dogg + snoop dogg]
and you don’t really wanna f-ck, with me
only n-gga that i trust is me
f-ck around and make me bust this heat
that’s the devil, they always wanna dance
[verse 3: ja rule (from “get da money”)]
e-dub, get a n-gga involved, let me spit a few bars of murderous material
n-ggas venirial are diseases to me
and it’s startin’ to burn when i p-ss on emcees
n-ggas want it with me, who i be?
the one that got you ready to run
the one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun, what’s the outcome?
another n-gga gettin’ smoked?
another n-gga found slain with a tongue out his throat? son it’s no joke
i pump lead like bad dope
and leave n-ggas nodding out, with no hope
i’ma spit various flows, and f-ck various hoes
rule, e-dub, and short dog it shows
that the n-ggas with the money get the b-tches b-tches
rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
n-ggas don’t want it with me
j to a to r-u-l-e

[verse 4: 2pac (from “homeboyz”)]
now, everytime i see you cats is rollin’ in packs
for the life of me i cannot see why you don’t know how to act
love to clown when you deep
but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don’t hear a peep
n-gga, it’s a godd-mn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a bad boy to play a grown man’s game?
tear that ass out the frame, how long will it last?
n-gga, don’t ask, just be first to blast
outlaw on the mash, tryin’ to be the first to see some cash
my sh-t’s classic, like my n-gga nate
go get the tape, we keep the nation antic-p-tin’ until we break
money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
n-ggas aimin’ at my head, but i still wear my vest
[chorus: nate dogg + snoop dogg (x2)]
and you don’t really wanna f-ck, with me
only n-gga that i trust is me
f-ck around and make me bust this heat
that’s the devil, they always wanna dance

[verse 5: eminem]
aw, naw, big slim dogg
eighty pound b-lls (what?), d-ck six-inch long (mm)
back up in the heezy, baby (baby!)
he’s shady (he’s so crazy!), hahaha
give me the mic, let me recite ’til timothy white
pickets outside the interscope offices every night
what if he’s right? i’m just a criminal makin’ a livin’ off of the world’s misery
what in the world gives me the right to say what i like
and walk around flippin’ the bird?
livin’ the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
dreamin’ at night of screamin’ at mom, schemin’ to leave
run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
i just want you all to notice me and people to see
that, somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in me
it just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this me
is ’cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this mean
so when you see me dressin’ up like a nerd on tv
or heard the cd usin’ the “f-g” word so freely
it’s just me bein’ me; here, want me to tone it down?
suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, you f-ggot! you happy now? look here…
i start some trouble everywhere that i go (that i go)
ask the bouncers in the club ’cause they know (’cause they know)
i start some sh-t, they throw me out the back door (the back door)
come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (a .44)

[chorus: nate dogg + snoop dogg (x2)]
and you don’t really wanna f-ck, with me
only n-gga that i trust is me
f-ck around and make me bust this heat
that’s the devil, they always wanna dance

[ending: xzibit + (ja rule)]
2001 and forever
slim shady, dr. dre, snoop dogg, x to the z, nate dogg
c’mon, yeah!!
(murder inc sh-t…)

- eminem

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