The Sauce歌词-Eminem

the sauce

Eminem

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It's all bad now man it's all bad

'Cause y'all done F**KED up now

YEA Ha ha new sh*t aiyyo

I just want the whole world to know

That I did not start this but I will finish it

Comin' up it never mattered what color you was

If you could spit then you could spit

That's it that's what it was

Back when motherf**kers was straight backpackin'

Cipherin' fightin' for life in this raft

For the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped

Then you hype 'cause you last

And you might whoop some a**

If you lost then you lost

Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it

When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like

The only source of life

When the mics used to mean something a four was like

You were the sh*t now it's like the least you get

Three and a half now just means you're a piece of sh*t

Four and a half or five

Means you're Biggie Jigga Nas or Benzino

Sh*t I don't even think you realize

You're playing with motherf**kers' lives

I done watched Dre get f**ked on The Chronic

Probably 'cause I was on it

Now you f**ked me out of my mics twice I let it slide

I said I wouldn't hold my f**kin breath to get a five

Sh*t I was right I'da f**kin died already tryin

I swear to God I never lie I bet that's why

You let that b**ch give me that bullshit review

I sat and took it I ain't look at the sh*t we knew

You'd probably try and f**k us with Obie and 50 too

*Hock spit* f**k a relationship we through

No more Source for street cred them days is dead

Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head

Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread

Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head

That I am not afraid of this f**kin waste of lead

On my pencil for me to write some sh*t this simple

So listen closely as I break it down and proceed

This old G's about to get smoked like rolled w**d

You don't know me or my motherf**king mother

You motherf**king punk

Put me on your f**kin cover just to sell your little

Sell-out mag I ain't mad I feel bad

Here's an ad here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad

You wanna talk about some sh*t that you don't know about yea

Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there

To try to eat off him because you missed your boat

You're never gonna blow b**ch you're just too old

No wonder you're sore now lordy you're bored now

I'm pushing thirty you're kickin forty's door down

B**ch this is war now and you'll never beat me

All you do is cheat me out of Quotables

But you know that you'll always see me

On your TV 'cause you've got to stay up 'til

Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET

So hee hee hee who has the last laugh Aftermath yea

So on behalf of our whole staff kiss our asshole cracks

We'll never fold or hold back just know that

Benzino's wack no matter how many times I say his name

He'll never blow jack

You're better off tryin to bring RSO back

Look at your track record that's how far it goes back

It's extortion and Ray owns a portion

So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston

Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave

They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay

Locked in his own office

Afraid of the softest fakest wannabe gangsta in New York

And it's pitiful 'cause I would have never said sh*t if you'da

Kept your mouth shut b**ch now what

Hit it Clue spit it Slay new sh*t exclusive

Yo Lantern yo Whoo Kid you know what to do with this

Use it I'm through this is stupid

I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this

And who you callin a b**ch b**ch

You OWE me