[Verse 1: Eminem as Dr. Dre] My motto is live by the bottle So why is my supply low, bring in a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky though Ghetto idol I think, but what do I know Shit I know a lot more than I should The hood stood by me just like I thought it would Dont act like I'm Hollywood when I probably could I don't polly, Mohammed Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West Coast, the home of the body-bag The shotty, the Mag Los Angeles, where the party at You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at Yeah, Andre is back so have a cardiac Started back with the black Raiders starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically fuckin' started that Everyday with this game I'm gettin' smarter at Sky's the limit so everytime I get on a track
[Hook: Dr. Dre] Guns blaze when I shine Nigga wish quick, no startin' I'm the shootin' kind Front page all the time You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine I drink topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her titties out I drink topless, I live topless Sky’s the limit I’m paid to run the city now
[Verse 2: Nas] Your skin's your travelin' bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin' Vivid on my skin how many continents I’ve visit then You could journey with me to different places by listenin' Shittin' on 'em, ya brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it A hustler's wit, the grit the grind My genetic code make-up, murderer by design On mayan calendar time when night meets day I’m in a light grey Bugatti like a high-speed chase Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates tryna keep the ocean by me Hit a rich man’s wife see what these hoes can buy me Lookin' forward but it’s nice to see the road behind me Hotel’s a seven star, baguette's glowin' Keep your lid yet dawg the private jet boeing topless
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