EMINEM - Wanna Be Me lyrics

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By nas<br><br>Uh, ohhhhh, baby, baby (uh ha ha ha ha)<br><br>Keep it thug and keep your heat<br>Na na na na<br><br>Verse 1<br>Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that appose me,<br>I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)<br>Before they crowned there head is cut off,<br>Bodies is layin dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,<br>First they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,<br>Mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)<br>Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,<br>But christal single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,<br>I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth,<br>From jagz to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,<br>Cant keep their hands to there self nomore,<br>I'm like hue hefner, you lessar, you just...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Wanna be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,<br>You social coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,<br>So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me,<br>You wanna be me son, I'm the one and only, but you,<br>Wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's,<br>You fake, you could'nt come close on my worst day,<br>But you wanna be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson,<br>Consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction,<br>You cant be me<br><br>Verse 2<br><br>No even in your wildest fantasy,<br>Its childish, shit I haft ta resort to violance,<br>Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult your album,<br>And show you how to stay off my dick,<br>Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,<br>When you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans,<br>No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,<br>You unlucky, I'm your fuckin c section,<br>Plus I'm the last real nigga alive,<br>Toast glass l with-o the label, get high,<br>Rely, how many classics I gave you,<br>Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 3<br>I'm tryin to walk a straight line,<br>While they tryin to take mine,<br>I'm pass 8 miles of every state line,<br>Eating alegators and humming bird hearts,<br>At the player ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),<br>As real million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),<br>Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son,<br>And I've come from the garden of pure peace,<br>To represent the streets, you will see,<br>That my plan is not to destroy a man,<br>But to bring more to mankind and teach,<br>Every mc reach for your pens and papers,<br>Lesson 1 be creative, what you made of junior,<br>Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,<br>And understand to battle nas is not in ya plan,<br>I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that,<br>And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),<br>A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,<br>Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,<br>Play me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,<br>If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,<br>What the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,<br>Guns would clutch if I get an anklin<br>That you commin for the kingpin,<br>But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,<br>Take me out, try, try, try....<br><br>Chorus