50 Cent ft. Cashis ft. Dr. Dre ft. Eminem ft. Jay-Z ft. Stat Quo - Syllables

Eminem It is not about lyrics anymore It’s about a hot beat and catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it, ’cause now there’s these kids Jeez, don’t give a shit ’bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ’s playin’ them hits ”Oh, this my jam, this my shit! We don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus ‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!” And the song’s ginormous, the whole formula switched ‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap? Is it a fingersnap or the same 808 clap? And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13-year-olds control the remotes? And Assi’s got a brand new nose? We gotta put some new emphasis on the syl-lal-ables Jay-Z If the emphasis on a compact disc Isn’t a beat, then I’m gon’ feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove ‘Cause everywhere I go, they love the blang-blang flow Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost ya main lotta dough The fuck am I bustin’ my brain fo’? It’s just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit I guess you to blame, too, I just found the angle There’s no more reality flows I’m tryna time my album droppin’ wit’ a reality show Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97 And call my publicist, tell her ”We in press heaven” No one gives a shit except Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chat room, or the house in Malibu Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-lal-ables Dr. Dre They said 30s the new 20, funny Must mean 40s the new 30, interesting ‘Cause ever since then it’s been, in a sense, an extension For veteran rappers that are better than half of The shit comin’ out right now, it’s all trash This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it’s his last, then 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got them? So now our whole camps is runnin’ around Scramblin’ over what to do Gamblin’ every time we put a record out, just lookin’ for that hook (Wait, Dre, look!) [Chours] (Wait Dre look) Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause shorty you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you 50 Cent Go shawty, it’s your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It’s that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes I’m international, I get my dick licked ’round the globe I’m sick right in the shows, when ridin’ on low-lows Puffin’ on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos Don’t with the do-dos, that’s slang for dumb hoes I’m playin’, I ain’t got time to joke-joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, this not a game, me, B? I ain’t playin’ Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway You don’t hear what I’m sayin’, me fin-ne-ne-nay Fi-fi-de-de-day, just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny, bunny, money and funny You ain’t even listenin’ and I just took your money Stat Quo There once was a time everywhere you turned Shady/Aftermath was all you heard But they ”50 sang too much and Em got soft” And they say ”Dre just fell the fuck off” Well, fuck the fuck off, saw y’all eat salt Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos Yo’ house, yo’ bitch, I’m gettin’ sucked off East, south, midwest, even up north Fallin’ victim to wack spittin’, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I’m runnin’ past while y’all walk Cashis Shady made me for bringin’ it back ‘Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap A snare and a cla