Hell Breaks Loose

[Verse 1: Eminem]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]

[Hook]

I want you

To understand something

That when I come up in this bitch

I want the fans jumping

I want the fists pumping, in the air

I don't look like a millionaire

But I feel like a million bucks

Ladies won't ya fill your cups

Shady's come to feel ya up

Are you a D or a C cup

You could even be a B

It's just me and D-R-E

You'll be in the ER

We are strapped with so much TNT

We may blow

No not even CPR from the EMT's

Could help you to resuscitate

You busters must be flustered, wait

You can't cut the mustard

What's your problem, can't you bust a grape

(Chkk-chk-chk) What's my name?

Shady came and just crushed the game

It's really not even fair to them

Cause they pale in comparison

So much they might as well wear his skin

Don't you wish you could just share his pen?

Cause this shit's getting embarrassin'

The fog is thick and the air is thin

Cause he won't even let them try to breathe

La-dididi-da-da-da-didi

He makes it look so easy

Girl, you just hit the lottery

Now this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose

Try to restrain us,you can't contain us

We're still gonna make a stink

No matter what, we, do

Everywhere we go it seems

We're looking for any excuse

To just, cut, loose

So this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose

This is when shit hits the fan

Like it just splattered on Stan

This is the only moment that matters

Your homie rolled in with Mathers

Now chaos erupts

Em's in back, Dre's in the front

So do what we say at once

This song’s like a seance, it haunts

(It makes them stay in a trance

No choice, they have to dance)

It's like the playoffs

Just making sure that we stay in the hunt

Take a day off of what?

Man, you better lay off the blunts

You must be smoking something

You think I ain't smoking nothing

Stay off my nuts

Now hit the floor baby

Time to wipe away all the rust

Shake all them cobwebs loose

Loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose

Yeah, girl, shake that caboose

I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse

D-R-E is on the loose

A mongoose when it comes to the chronic use

You know I can't stand to lose

Me and my goons are like animals

We come through like a pack of wolves

And we came here to retract the roof

Yeah man, ain't that the truth

Girl, your man's back in the booth

Definitely back up in this bitch

And this is when all hell breaks loose

Now this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose

Try to restrain us,you can't contain us

We're still gonna make a stink

No matter what, we, do

Everywhere we go it seems

We're looking for any excuse

To just, cut, loose

So this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose

Now I know you're feeling discouraged

But homie just mark my wor-rds

I'm mur-dur-ing the flow

Liquid courage

I'm fin' to blow

As soon as we hit the door

Power surges head to toe

I'm sure to push it as far as words

Are meant to go

We're in the indigo Winnebago

With tinted windows

Ferocious as we proceed

To beat up the block wit your ho

With speakers knocking

It's 3 o'clock

Me and Doc

Then proceed to drop E

And hop out the vehicle

And knock on your do'

Yeah, so let us in

'Fore we huff and puff and we blow

We ain't bluffing for nothing

We'll knock the stuffing out you

Revenge is so sweet

Move 'til you injure your feet

Yeah, move it or lose it freak

Move to the beat

Lose yourself indubitably

Pass up on that little cute chick right there

That'd be pretty damn stupid to me

Born and raised in the C-P-T

Yeah, Los Angeles, rules of the streets

Them haters hating on me

But I refuse to lose any sleep

Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat

Dre fall off? That's news to me

Now this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose

Try to restrain us，you can't contain us

We're still gonna make a stink

No matter what, we, do

Everywhere we go it seems

We're looking for any excuse

To just, cut, loose

So this'll be the part of the song

That they drop the needle on

And hell, breaks, loose