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Chorus I know there's something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes yeah You've built a love but that love falls apart Your little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to... There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice that it's sorta unique, cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep, and I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat, you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep, I'm strapped, just knowing any minute I could snap, I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped, I bully these rappers so bad lyrically, it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough for you to play me, it's cockamamie, you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady, my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo, I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle, I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no humor in it no more, you know I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag, you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass Chorus It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it Meanwhile my intentions pulley'd in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it Chorus I remember back when you and daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Chrisas presents up And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em I'll never forget that Chrisas I sat up the whole night crying Cuz daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom And at the time every house that we lived in Either kept getting broken into and robbed Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar Trying to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart Chorus ( )