Eminem - Dont Approach Me Lyrics
[x] pssh, man I need a lighter man[e] right here[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?[e] whats crackin?[x] hit this shit[e] ssshhit I almost hit this mother*****er today[x] psh, is that right?[e] what is it with mother*****ers thinkin that..[e] {*sigh*} because were in the spotlight or whatever that..[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us[e] and that we wont retaliate[x] protect my mother*****in self, by any[both] means, necessary[e] right?[chorus 2x: eminem]Cause you dont know me, I dont know youSo dont approach me, I wont approach youAnd dont insult me, I wont insult youCause you dont know what I will or I wont do[xzibit]Make no mistake, Im the golden state heavyweightBein underrated gave me time to create itCan you relate? I renovate, straight out the gateCarried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hateMillionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plateKidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the faceNo hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my showsYou know how it goes; I might as well kick it at homeBut my baby momma hate my guts and cant stand me (yeah)Packed up, moved out, started a new familySo all this strugglin for what, so I can blow upMarry a slut but cant watch my seed grow up?***** that, this the *****in thanks I getFor tryin to edutain *****s and feed my *****Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)Cause you seein more support than Im seein my childIts like..[eminem].. everyday I wake up, another dramaIts a wonder Im alive, survivin this karmaIf I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longerI might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm herWithout these cameras in our faces like animalsFor your channel 2 action news to follow our ambulence up the avenueAnd catch a glimpse of all the suicide attemptsAnd what we do in private since they wont let us put up a fenceAnd you wonder why I carry every gun under the sunWhether its unloaded full or an un-registered oneNo bullet, youre so full of shitThis clip is so full itll spit if I dont pull itAnd dont give me no bullshit Im not in the moodI just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dudeOver kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shitDont tell me bout the show business shitI know what this is, *****[chorus][xzibit]This aint business, this is personal *****You dont know xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissedI had a very *****ed up day, Im needin this fitShuttin mother*****ers up like they pleadin the 5thYo em its time to get serious with it (yeah)Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skilletThis is your brain on drugs, xzibit brain on thugsAint no neighborhood thats big enough to bang on usAint no love lost my niggaz, relax yoselfIm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealthTo my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I hollaAt the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved onesGot, tons of ammo to crack your enamelChangin your channel, you played like a *****in pianoRidin slow through cali like Im ridin a camelMillionaire mother*****ers with their brains in their flannelsI feel like, tony soprano, who do I trust now?Just hit me on my tele nigga soon as I touch downSpit lines to split spines just to get mineBig behind *****es gettin dick to spit shineSniff lines of coke, thats the only shit that make you dope*****-ass nigga thats droppin the soapGet choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-gripAnd turn til you mother*****ers tell me the right shit[eminem]So do I gotta buy a whole block to myselfA front door with twelve locksAnd have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailboxAnd everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?***** that, I protect myself with these twelve shotsAnd one in the chamber, gun in the waistAnd one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my placeTryin to walk up and knock like these *****suckers are notGonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?And its a disgrace hailey cant play with her toysIn the front yard without you drivin by honkin your hornScreamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shitOr pullin up in my drive like I wont leap in your whipAnd so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I liveSo my address ends up on the internet againSo then, I do an interview with spin, tellin themThat if someone comes to my crib, ima shove a gun in their ribsAnd reporters, blow it out of proportionOh, now hes pullin guns on his fansJust for tryin to stand on his porchAnd Im the bad guy, cause I dont answer my door like hey hi!You guys wants some autographs? okay, form a straight line!Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifleAnd climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe youIts not that I dont like you.... its just that Im not behind the micIm a person whos just like you
