Letra de la cancion The Sauce de Eminem

Itand's all bad now man, itand's all bad
cuz yand'all done fucked up now
yea! ha ha, new shit, aiyyo
i just want the whole world to know
that i did not start this, but i will finish it
Cominand' up, it never mattered what color you was
if you could spit, then you could spit
thatand's it, thatand's what it was
back when, motherfuckers was straight backpackinand'
cipherinand', fightinand' for life in this raft
for the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped
then you hype, cuz you last
and you might whoop some ass
if you lost, then you lost
shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
when the unsigned hype column in the source was like
the only source of life
when the mics used to mean something, a four was like
you were the shit, now itand's like the least you get
three and a half now just means youand're a piece of shit
four and a half or five
means youand're biggie, jigga, nas, or benzino
shit i donand't even think you realize
youand're playing with motherfuckersand' lives
i done watched dre get fucked on the chronic
probably cuz i was on it
now you fucked me out of my mics twice, i let it slide
i said i wouldnand't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
shit i was right, iand'da fuckin died already tryin
i swear to god, i never lie, i bet thatand's why
you let that bitch give me that bullshit review
i sat and took it, i ainand't look at the shit, we knew
youand'd probably try and fuck us with obie and 50 too
*hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through
no more source for street cred, them days is dead
rayand's got akand's to dave maysand' head
every issue thereand's an eight page made men spread
will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
that i am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
so listen closely, as i break it down and proceed
this old gand's about to get smoked like rolled weed
you donand't know me or my motherfucking mother
you motherfucking punk
put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little
sell-out mag, i ainand't mad, i feel bad
hereand's an ad, hereand's a poster of ray-ray and his dad
you wanna talk about some shit that you donand't know about, yea?
letand's talk about how youand're puttin your own son out there
to try to eat off him because you missed your boat
youand're never gonna blow, bitch, youand're just too old
no wonder youand're sore now, lordy youand're bored now
iand'm pushing thirty, youand're kickin fortyand's door down
bitch this is war now, and youand'll never beat me
all you do is cheat me out of quotables
but you know that youand'll always see me
on your tv, cuz youand've got to stay up and'til
three in the morning to see your video played once on bet
so, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? aftermath, yea
so on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
weand'll never fold or hold back, just know that
benzinoand's wack, no matter how many times i say his name
heand'll never blow jack
youand're better off tryin to bring rso back
look at your track record, thatand's how far it goes back
itand's extortion, and ray owns a portion
so half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from boston
bullyin and bossin dave like a slave
they completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
locked in his own office
afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in new york
and itand's pitiful, cuz i would have never said shit if youand'da
kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
hit it clue, spit it slay, new shit, exclusive
yo lantern, yo who kid, you know what to do with this
use it, iand'm through, this is stupid
i canand't believe i stooped to this bullshit to do this
and who you callin a bitch... bitch?
you owe me

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Letra de la canción 'THE SAUCE' de 'EMINEM'