Artist: Eminem, Snoop, Dr Dre, Nate Dog, Xzibit

Album:Marshall Mathers Lp

Song:Bitch Please 2

Yeah whattup Detroit?}{\cs15\f2 Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what?Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? Oh fo' sho'!s15\f2 Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?This is special right here What-what, what-what-what?Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie babyUhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogieYeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shiton Slim's shi t and star rise like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concertsand watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim drawsis rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla carsSome of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshawfrom Long Beach to South Central \{*LOUD SCREAM*\} Whoa, not these niggaz againThese grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again(Hehe) You and what army could harm me?D-R-E and Sha dy, with Doggy from Long Beach(East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs playIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong wayI got a long uz', and I carry it all day(Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre,But I.. somehow, somewa y - tell 'em, niggaYou know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin fromI get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and runGot about fifty g ungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang!Damn baby girl what's your name?I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzedHangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem(Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?)The Great White American Hope, done hooked upwith the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy! }{\cf15 And you don't really wanna fuck, with meOnly nigga that I trust, is meFuck around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna dance I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchi n you moveYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverageGotta love it, cause I expose the facadeYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with GodAll jokes aside, come bounce with usStandin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bustIt's l ike ashes to ashes and dust to dustI might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffsSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enoughWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin with PuffBitch, please - you must have a mental diseaseAssume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon}{ChorusAwww naww, big Slim DoggEighty pound balls, dick six inch longBack up, in the, heezy BAY-BAYHe's Sha-day! He's so cra-zay!}{ Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy Whitepickets outside the Interscope offices every nightWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin a livingoff of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the rightto say what I like, and walk around flippin the birdLivin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbsDreamin at night o f screamin at mom, schemin to leaveRun away from home and grow to be as evil as meI just want you all to notice me and people to seethat somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in meIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this meanSo when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TVor heard the CD usin the fag word so freelyit's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\{*LOWER pitch*\} Suck my fuckin dick, you faggotYou happy now? Look here} I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do')Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') 2 001 and foreverSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate DoggC'mon, yeah