Various ☆ Lose Yourself (Soundtrack Version) – Eminem

Let a nigga try me, try me
I’mma get his whole motherfuckin’ family
And I ain’t playin’ with nobody
Fuck around and I’mma catch a body
Let a nigga try me, try me
I’mma get his whole motherfuckin’ family
And I ain’t playin’ with nobody
Fuck around and I’mma catch a body

Bitch I got the Mac or the 40
Turn a bitch to some macaroni
Tell me how you want it I’m on it
I really mean it I’m just not recordin’
Still a blow the chopper, for all you actresses
Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta
You are an impostor, ain’t got no money
Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly
I really hate niggaz I’m a Nazi
Love wearin’ all black, you should see my closet
Rock that all white, when I’m feelin’ Godly
Pop out like Coke, I ain’t gotta park it
Fuck is you all saying, bitch my hood love me
48214 real niggaz know me
I been out my mind since they killed my cousin
Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me
All these niggas love me, can’t get them off me
Fuck around gave him my number, he won’t stop callin’
IBGM, we the clique bitch you see us scorin’
V.I.P in the club, while your section borin’
Got a bitch that Set it Off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah
You rollin’ around with your nieces bitch you TeeTee
Mind full money, got a heart full of demons
Mobbin’ like Italians, we really take your fingers
Turn your face into a pizza, no acne
Have you singin’ like Alicia, fuck with my family
They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin’
Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty

I got multiple change, a gang of old school
That I swear I don’t drive ‘less it don’t rain
Show you how to get the million, both lanes
When I switch, we gonna blow the whole thing
That is it, bitch keep talking about
‘What’s my favorite strength?
What’s my favorite part of the game?
The grind, or the fame?’
I told her as long as my nigga straight
We plotted this for less, now is number one albums
Niggas wasn’t sure, speculations about the outcome
Now what? More world shows, more ooze
More niggas tryin’ to find out where I shop, when I get my clothes
Get a buzz and I put you on a roll, got a hundred roll
Here my car coming from the lobby
Taylor Gang over anybody

Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Lil Dej ain’t about it, bitch how you figure
I don’t do no drugs, I be off liquor
So lifted, flyer than your girl, baby gone and take my picture
See I got to get this money, my palms itchin’
Niggas gossip like hoes, most of them bitches
I don’t wanna do no songs, I don’t wanna kick it
And I ain’t signin’ to no label, bitch I’m independent

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Try Me (Remix)
DeJ Loaf