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the game - we ain't lyrics

[intro: eminem]
hahahah, ladies and gentleman
you are now about to witness the strength, of aftermath
straight out the mothaf-ckin streets of compton
put your hands together, for game, b-tch! hahahaha
yeah! yeah, mothaf-ckas!
compton’s back on the mothaf-ckin map
aftermath in that -ss, b-tch
game, let’s go

[verse 1: the game]
me and marshall ain’t start sh-t they listen to our sh-t
they talk sh-t about us but that sh-t is foul when
i’m tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
make my mother proud that her son made it out
but it’s hard when they hate us, and think em a racist
they say sh-t but f-ck them, shady one of the greatest
like biggie and ‘pac was, we saw the throne was empty
and decided to chase it, me, him and 50 racin’
this rap sh-t is basic, i followed that jay sh-t
think of what i wanna say, step in the booth and one-take it
how could i not sell a million when i’m rappin’ on dre hits
then spit that cl-ssical l.a. n.w.a sh-t
the media is bullsh-t, now we can’t even say b-tch
they accusin’ michael of touchin’ kids in the wrong places
at first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
they comin’ i can taste this, swear to god i ain’t racin’
put the clip in and waste ’em before i go out on that fake sh-t
i’m so sick and tired of this black sh-t, this white sh-t
so i sit here and write sh-t, em they ain’t gon’ like this
so they callin’ us

[hook: the game, eminem & dr. dre]
we ain’t, goin’
nowhere, so f-ck you
we ain’t, goin’
nowhere, so f-ck you
this day, the game, will never be the same (we ain’t, goin’)
things just ain’t the same for gangstas
the game just isn’t the same, it’s changing (we ain’t, goin’)
it’s a new game! you’re now about to witness the power
nowhere, so f-ck you

[verse 2: eminem]
only dre can, judge me for the mistakes i’m making
if i’m faking, i’m clay aiken
you ain’t 50 and you ain’t game, you lame, you’re tame, b-tch
you’re mild sauce, you ain’t ready to make that flame switch
you’ll end up in the same situation, same sh-t
different day, just with different gangstas in your face, which … way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement?
think of what you’ll say to pastor mase and save it
for the day that they got them affidavits waving
in my face, looking for answers, rap sensation
eminem battles to ward off accusations
that he had somebody blasted, the mask of jason
was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
and the victim’s p-n-s up his -ss, a basket case
and they ask him to clean up his act, you b-st-rds wasting
too much time, me no kiss -ss, and if that’s the case, then
we ain’t going!

[verse 3: the game]
lo, get dre on the phone quick
tell him em’ just k!lled me on my own sh-t
i’m walking through 8 mile, startin’ to get home sick
i’ma do shady numbers, i’m ridin’ my own d-ck
yeah the chrome sick, the window’s tinted
if eminem is in it, body armor under the pendleton
these n-ggas is k!lling it, take a minute to listen
turn down my jimi hendrix, i’ll throw your demo out the window
for telling me it’s hot, when it’s not and you got
what you got from them rocks, on the block you just stopped
telling dre you got shot, with a glock that don’t fade me
i’m crazy why the f-ck you think i’m rhyming with shady?
i don’t care if the radio don’t play me i say
what i say when i feel like i’m feeling today
and get hard when these b-tches see my car in the streets
i can’t even take my son to cop them g-unit sneaks
so i’m gone, b-tch

[outro]
oh, g-sh-t homie
told you knock my respect
shut your -ss up
aftermath motherf-cker, haha
game, slim shady, dr. dre, g-unit
g-g-g-unit

- the game lyrics

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