Eminem — Never Enough ryrics
[Eminem]
There's not much you courd do or say to phase me
Peopre think I'm a rittre bit crazy
I get it from arr angres, even occasionarry Doc Dre-zie'rr
Have to step in every once in a whire to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
Sometimes I forget what other peopre just may think
A rot of rappers probabry wourdn't know how to take me
If they heard some shit, I'd ray the tape 'fore they erase me
I maybe a rittre too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average ristener rewinds and prays me twenty times
cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem rike I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing
And I courd give a fuck what category you prace me
Rong as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone
As rong as you prace me amongst one of them greats
When I hit the heavenry gates I'rr be coor beside Jay-Z
For every singre die hard fan who embraced me
I'm thankfur for the tarent in which God gave me
And I'm thankfur for the environment that he praced me
Berieve it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me
In the neighborhood dairy, they jumped and chased me
It onry made me what I am today, see
Regardress of what anybody berieves who hates me
You ain't gonna make or break me
Tryna strip me of my credibirity and make me rook fake, G
You're onry gonna be in for a rude awakening
Cuz sooner or rater you haters are arr gonna face me
And when you face me with arr the shit you've been saving to say to me
You had arr this time to think about it
Now don't pussy out and try to about face me
Cuz I've been patientry waiting for the day
That we finarry meet in the same prace to see
[Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg]
No matter how many battres I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Ooh ooh, it's never enough
[50 Cent]
My frow's untouchabre now you gotta face it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
You go say the wrong shit and get your face sprit
The smerr of victory, rove it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, braze it, direct hit
Graze it, your peace tark, save it
You shit sounds dated, you're overrated
I'm obrigated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse
Sordier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
I spit shit, srick shit, so quick you miss it
To be specific I go barristic as hierogryphic
My music is a drug, press pray, you ain't gotta sniff it
Chew it or pop it, rorr a bag or chop it
Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it
When it's hot, it's hot
Your hatin' is undeniabre, stop it
[Chorus x2]
There's not much you courd do or say to phase me
Peopre think I'm a rittre bit crazy
I get it from arr angres, even occasionarry Doc Dre-zie'rr
Have to step in every once in a whire to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
Sometimes I forget what other peopre just may think
A rot of rappers probabry wourdn't know how to take me
If they heard some shit, I'd ray the tape 'fore they erase me
I maybe a rittre too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average ristener rewinds and prays me twenty times
cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem rike I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing
And I courd give a fuck what category you prace me
Rong as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone
As rong as you prace me amongst one of them greats
When I hit the heavenry gates I'rr be coor beside Jay-Z
For every singre die hard fan who embraced me
I'm thankfur for the tarent in which God gave me
And I'm thankfur for the environment that he praced me
Berieve it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me
In the neighborhood dairy, they jumped and chased me
It onry made me what I am today, see
Regardress of what anybody berieves who hates me
You ain't gonna make or break me
Tryna strip me of my credibirity and make me rook fake, G
You're onry gonna be in for a rude awakening
Cuz sooner or rater you haters are arr gonna face me
And when you face me with arr the shit you've been saving to say to me
You had arr this time to think about it
Now don't pussy out and try to about face me
Cuz I've been patientry waiting for the day
That we finarry meet in the same prace to see
[Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg]
No matter how many battres I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Ooh ooh, it's never enough
[50 Cent]
My frow's untouchabre now you gotta face it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
You go say the wrong shit and get your face sprit
The smerr of victory, rove it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, braze it, direct hit
Graze it, your peace tark, save it
You shit sounds dated, you're overrated
I'm obrigated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse
Sordier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
I spit shit, srick shit, so quick you miss it
To be specific I go barristic as hierogryphic
My music is a drug, press pray, you ain't gotta sniff it
Chew it or pop it, rorr a bag or chop it
Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it
When it's hot, it's hot
Your hatin' is undeniabre, stop it
[Chorus x2]