Where'd You Go (Remix)

Dre, just let it run

Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit

Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. **** it

Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag

of this **** it gives me the **** needed to be

the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth

And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse

And just blurt this berserk and bizarre **** that works

And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve

all this tension dispensin' these sentences

Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest

and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..

but at least have the decency in you

to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out

in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter

to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..

I don't know you and no,

I don't owe you a mo-********-in thing

I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think

I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick

if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..

No patience is in me and if you offend me

I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air

I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you

Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of all you (of all you)..

I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

And I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a ***** ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"

I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe

I'm like **** critics you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if i don't play they show

They don't play my hits well i don't give a ****

SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give'em more cash for ads...******* rap

I don't know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to ritches we ain't dumb we got 99 problems but a ***** ain't one

Hit me!

but still im havin memories

Of high speeds when the cops crash

As I laugh

Pushin' the gas when ma Glocks blast

We was young and we was dumb but we had heart

In the dark where we survived through the bad parts

Many dreams is what I had and plenty wishes

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches

Envious ******* they still continue to pursue me

A couple o' movies now the whole world's tryin' to screw me

Even the cops try to sue me

So what can I do but stay true

Sippin' 22s of brew

And now the media's tryin' to test me

Got the press asking questions trying to stress me

Misery is all I see that's my mind state

My history with the police is check the crime rate

My main man had two strikes slipped

Got arrested and flipped

He screamed thug Life and emptied a clip