Dre just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo this song is for anyone fuck it
Just shut up and listen aiyyo
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit 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 shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin 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 eatin or feedin 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 mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr N'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 liftin you 10 feet (liftin 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 meChorus EminemAnd 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 havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch 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 havin doe
I'm like fuck 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 shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga i ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
and still i'm havin memories of high speeds when the cops crashed
as i laugh pushin 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 bitches they still continue to per sue me
a couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
so what can i do but stay true sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions tryin to stress me
misery is all i see thats my mind's state
my history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
ma main man had 2 stikes slipped got arrested and flipped
he screamed 'thug life!' and emptied the clip
