Verse 1:
Am                            Dm
Ya'll know me still the same OG

But I been low key
      F
Hated on by most these xxxxxs
         E                               Am
With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
             Dm
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
F
Mad at me cause
                           E
I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Am                                            Dm
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
                           F
To add to the wall full of plaques hanging up in the office in
E
back of my house like trophies
Am
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Dm
Ho Please
                       F
You better bow down on both knees
                            E
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
                              Am
Who you think brought you the o' G's
         Dm                         F
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
                      E
And a group that said muthaxxxx the police
Am                                    Dm
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump

when stroll through in your hood
F
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
          E
Who's the doc that they told you to go see
Am
Ya'll better listen up closely
Dm
All you xxxxxs that said that I turned pop
F
Or the Firm flopped
                     E
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
   Am
So xxxx ya'll all of ya'll
Dm
If ya'll don't like me blow me
F
Ya'll are gonna keep xxxxing around with me
    E
And turn me back to the old me

Chorus: x2 -Eminem-
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish
 E
And motherxxxxers act like they forgot about Dre

Verse 2: -Eminem-
Am
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Dm
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
F
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
E
Just study your tape of NWA.
Am
One day I was walking by
Dm
With a Walkman on
                                 F
When I caught a guy giving me an awkward eye
                             E
And strangled him off in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
Am
I don't give a xxxx if it's dark or not
Dm
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
        F
But I'm drunk as xxxx
                E
Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage
Am                                     Dm
Hopping out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
                   F
xxxx you too xxxxx call the cops
                       E
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherxxxxing barking dogs
Am
And when the cops came through
Dm
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
       F
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
E
And still weren't found out
Am
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Dm
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
        F
And I'm still loco enough
                E
To choke you to death with a Charleston chew
-Record scratch-
Am                              Dm
Slim shady hotter than a set of twin babies
              F
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
                  E
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
        Am
Calling men ladies
                Dm
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
                         F
There is no way that you can save me
                E
It's OK go with him Hailie

Chorus: -x2-
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish
    E
And motherxxxxers act like they forgot about Dre

          Am                                            Dm
If it was up to me, you motherxxxxers would stop coming up to me
                            F
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
              E
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
    Am
But now that I got this little company
     Dm                                        F
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease

But you won't get a crumb from me
            E
'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
  Am
I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
Dm
Who you think helped mold 'em all
              F                                             E
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none
                                       Am
What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
                      Dm
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
F                                             E
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad

Tryin' to get this damn label off
        Am                                     Dm
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
                          F
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
                               E
So give me one more platinum plaque and xxxx rap, you can have it back
Am
So where's all the Mad Rappers at
Dm
It's like a jungle in this habitat
             F
But all you savage cats
                               E
Know that I was strapped with gats

While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Chorus: -x2-
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish
    E
And motherxxxxers act like they forgot about Dre