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| 1. |
| 4:56 | 
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Step by step heart to heart
left right left We all fall down Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never suppose to show it my crew ain't suppose to know it Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino it don't matter I never drag em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to I'm suppose to set an example I need to be the leader My crew looks for me to guide em If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside em That Ja shit I tried to squashed it it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross it and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it honestly I'm exhausted I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip hop for it's not why I got in it Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build It wasn't my intentions my intentions were good I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth And talking about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out just wasn't my beef So I did I just fell back watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live like fuck it I understand this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated it ain't just words no more is it It's a different ball game call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash him mash him and let him have it Mean while my intentions pulley'd in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it That motha fucker can get it too fuck em then But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us As soon as we give the orders never to extort us Strictly to show they support us Maybe shout em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love em back And to let em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further Now don't get it twisted it's not a plea that I'm coping I'm just willing to be the bigger man If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking Cause frankly I'm sick of talking I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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[Eminem making sounds]
Ok.. Guess who′s back? Back again Shady′s back Tell a friend (Whaaaaaaaa) Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.....Pajama time Come here little kiddies, On my lap Guess who′s back with a brand new rap? And I don′t mean rap as in a new case of child investigation accusation (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) No worries, papa′s got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything, but little boys That′s not a stab at Micheal That′s just a metaphor, I′m just physco I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP from my bumhole And it′s cool if you let one go Nobody′s gonna know, who′d hear it? Give a little ′poot poot′, it′s OK! [Fart Sound] Oops my cd just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) It′s Friday and it′s my day Used to party all the way to sunday Maybe til monday, I dunno what day Everyday′s just a holiday Crusin′ on the freeway Feelin′ kinda breezy Got the top down, lettin′ my hair blow I dunno where I′m goin′ All I know is when I get there Someone′s gonna ′touch my body′ Excuse me miss, I don′t mean to sound like a jerk But I′m feelin′ just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah) Now, what′s your name girl? What′s your sign? ′Man, you must be up out your mind′ DRE! (HA-HA) Dear God goes blind! I′m just tryna unwind now I′m Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) It′s Tuesday and I′m locked up I′m in jail and I don′t know what happend They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Well I′m sorry, I don′t remember All I know is this much I′m not guilty They said, ′Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape yellin′ at an old lady ′touch my body!′′ Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it′s 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Snap back to reality Look it′s B.Rabbit! Yo you signed me up to battle!? I′m a grown man! Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie I don′t have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie! Fella′s (WHAT?!) Fella′s (WHAT?!) Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?) Black girls, white girls, skinny girls Fat girls, tall girls, small girls I′m callin′ all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It′s your chance for a little romance whore Butt squeezin′ it′s the season Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA) It′s so appealin′ Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) UmMmMmm touch my body UmMmMmm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body |
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| 3. |
| 4:43 |
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Step by step heart to heart
left right left We all fall down Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never suppose to show it my crew ain't suppose to know it Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino it don't matter I never drag em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to I'm suppose to set an example I need to be the leader My crew looks for me to guide em If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside em That Ja shit I tried to squashed it it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross it and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it honestly I'm exhausted I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip hop for it's not why I got in it Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build It wasn't my intentions my intentions were good I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth And talking about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out just wasn't my beef So I did I just fell back watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live like fuck it I understand this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated it ain't just words no more is it It's a different ball game call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash him mash him and let him have it Mean while my intentions pulley'd in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it That motha fucker can get it too fuck em then But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us As soon as we give the orders never to extort us Strictly to show they support us Maybe shout em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love em back And to let em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further Now don't get it twisted it's not a plea that I'm coping I'm just willing to be the bigger man If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking Cause frankly I'm sick of talking I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
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