Lirik Mania

OK(ok,ok)
Guess who’s back(back,back),
Back again(gain,gain),
Shady’s back(back,back),
Tell a friend(friend,friend),
AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!

Now everyone report to the dancefloor,
to the dance floor, to the dancefloor,
Now everyone report to the dancefloor,
alright stop!……..Pijama time!

Come here little kiddies, on my lap,
guess who’s back with a brand new rap?
And I don’t mean rap as in a new case
of Child investigates and accusations.
AhhAhhAhhahhahh!!!!!!!

No words, papa’s got a brand new bag of toys,
what else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything but little boys.
that’s not a stab at Michael,
that’s just a metaphore, I’m just psycho,
I go a little bit crazy sometimes,
I get a little bit, out of control with my rhymes.

Good God, dip, do a little slide, bend down,
touch your toes and just glide,
at the center of the dancefloor,
like TP for my bunghole,
and it’s cool if you let one go,
nobody’s gonna know, who’d hear it?
Give a little ‘toot toot’ it’s OK!
(fart sound), oops!, my CD just skipped,
and everyone just heard you let one rip!

(chorus)

Now, I’m gonna make you dance,
It’s your chance,
Yeah, boy, shake that ass
Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl,
girl you know your my world
Alright, now lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Just lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Go crazy!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
oh, baby,
AhhAhh!
Oh, baby, baby(AhhAhh!)

It’s Friday, and it’s my day,
lets just party all the way to Sunday,
Maybe till Monday,
I don’t know what day,
Everyday’s just a holiday.
Cruising down the freeway,
Feeling kinda’ breezy,
put the top down,
Let my hair blow,
I don’t know where I’m going,
All I know is,
When I get there someone’s gonna touch my body.

Excuse me, Miss, I don’t mean to sound like a jerk,
But I’m feeling just a little stressed out from work,
could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair,
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (yeah!).
now what’s your name, girl?
What’s your sign?
(DRE) Man, you must be up out your mind!
DRE! AAA! beer goggles blind,
I’m just tryin to unwind

(chorus)

Now, I’m going to make you dance,
It’s your chance,
Yeah, boy, shake that ass
Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl,
girl you know your my world
Alright, now lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Just lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Go crazy!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
oh, baby,
AhhAhh!
Oh, baby, baby(AhhAhh!)

It’s Tuesday, and I’m locked up,
I’m in jail, and I don’t know what happened,
They say I was running butt naked,
Down the street screamin’
AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Well I’m sorry,I don’t remember,
All I know is this much, I’m not guilty,
They said save it, boy we’ve got you on tape,
Yelling at an old lady, ‘Touch my body’!!!

Now, this is the part where the rap breaks down,
it gets real intense,
No-one makes a sound,
Everything looks like it’s 8 mile now,
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves,
Snap back to reality,
Look it’s B Rabbit
You signed me up to battle?
I’m a grown man!
tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba!!
I don’t have any lines to go right here, so,
tubba Tellitubbie
Fella’s (What?),
Fella’s, Grab your left nut,
and make your right one jealous! (What??)

Black girls,
White girls,
Skinny girls,
Fat girls,
Tall girls,
Small girls,
I’m calling all girls!

Everyone, report to the dancefloor,
It’s your chance for,
A little romance on
Butt squeezing,
It’s the season,
Just go AAAA!
So appeasing!

(chorus)

Now, I’m gonna make you dance,
It’s your chance,
Yeah, boy, shake that ass,
Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl,girl
you know your my world
Alright, now lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Just lose it!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
Go crazy!
AhhAhhAhhAhhAhh!!!!!!!!!!
oh, baby,
AhhAhh!
Oh, baby, baby(AhhAhh!)

Um, num, num, touch my body,
Um, num, num, touch my body,
Ooh, boy, just touch my body,
I mean girl just touch my body(body)

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo

Verse:1
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

[Chorus:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta
{Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta}(2)

Verse:2
His soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows it’s all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partna’, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta
Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the, fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to, 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
teeter-totter caught up between being a father and a pre madona
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day in monotony’s
gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go it’s my shot.
Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta
Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you betta

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Chorus: Dido
My tea’s gone cold I’m wonder why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad..

1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ‘em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
but anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?
I’ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad - I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That’s pretty shitty man - you’re like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I’d write you
you would write back - see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ‘em on
cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cos you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan — P.S.
We should be together too

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]
Dear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word - I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a showy he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late - I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*}
Shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk!
Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clowning dog,
c’mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings,
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It’s so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin’ around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin’ dad walkin’ out
‘Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he’d probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
Talkin’ black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin’ cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There’s no control, he just lets his emotions go-

Chorus
C`mon! Sing it with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C’mon)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changin’, intertwinin’ with gangstas
In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, ‘cuz don’t anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It’s like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
To havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wan’ a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute, wont hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off a these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen’n to me religiously
So I’m signin’ CDs while police fingerprint me
They’re for the judge’s daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesn’t make sense B
It’s all political, if my music is literal and I’m a criminal,
How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be fit to
You’re full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

Chorus
C`mon! Sing it with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Sing it, sing!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Is tell the judge it was my fault, and I’ll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin’ pistols
And they wanna get one, ‘cuz they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin’ we’re really just protectin’ ourselves
We entertainers, of course this shit’s affectin’ our sales
You ignoramous, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It’s fucked up ain’t it, how we can come from practically nothin’
To bein’ able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids who don’t have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin’ rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they’d die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We’re nothin’ to you, but we the fuckin’ shit in they eyes
That’s why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, ‘cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
So we can-

Chorus
Sing it with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Singin’ It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing it with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Singin’ It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down…

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

[Verse 1]
I’m supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain’t supposed to know it
Even if it means goin’ toe to toe with a Benzino it don’t matter
I’d never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I’m supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide ‘em
If some shit ever just pop off, I’m supposed to be beside ‘em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There’s a certain line you just don’t cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I’m exhausted
And I’m so caught in it I almost feel I’m the one who caused it
This ain’t what I’m in hip-hop for, it’s not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn’t my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin’ Suge <– not said
Now it’s just out of respect for not runnin’ my mouth
And talkin’ about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn’t my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While he’s all over TV Down talkin’ a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it I understand this is business
And this shit just isn’t none of my business
But still knowin’ this shit could pop off at any minute cuz
[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

[Verse 2]
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn’t have to worry about one of your people dyin’
But now it’s elevated cuz once you put someone’s kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain’t just words no more is it?
It’s a different ball game, callin’ names and you ain’t just rappin’
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin’
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 started yappin’ in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash ‘em, mash ‘em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin’ in another direction
Some receptionist at 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 off his mic and make a new record
But now he’s fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin’
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I’m so busy being pissed off I don’t stop to think
That we just inherited 50’s beef with Murder Inc.
And he’s inherited mine which is fine ain’t like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that’s on the front line
That’s willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We’ll maybe shout ‘em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love ‘em back and let ‘em know how important it is
To have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain’t tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain’t worth it, I can’t think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love ya’ll too much to see the virdict
I’ll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
But don’t get it twisted, it’s not a plea that I’m coppin’
I’m just willin’ to be the bigger man
If ya’ll can quit poppin’ off at your jaws well then i can
Cause frankly I’m sick of talkin’
I’m not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cause…

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers