文本歌词

Where'd You Go (你去了哪里) (Remix) - Jay-Z (杰斯)/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/2Pac (图派克·阿玛鲁·夏库尔)
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
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these b**ches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true sipping 22's a brewing
Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions
Trying to stress me
Misery is all I see that's my mind's state
My history with the police is shaking the crime rate
My main man had 2 strikes slipped got arrested and flipped
He screamed thug life and emptied the clip