Luis Resto - We Ain't lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength Of Aftermath straight out the mothaf**in streets of Compton Put your hands together for Game b**h Hahahaha Yeah mothaf**as Compton's back on the mothaf**in map Aftermath in that a** b**h Game let's go [Verse 1 - The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start sh** they listen to our sh** They talk sh** about us but that sh** is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist They say sh** but f** them Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was We saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it Me, him and 50 racin' this rap sh** is basic I followed that Jay sh** Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that cla**ical LA, NWA sh** The media is bullsh** now we can't even say b**h They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin' Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake sh** I'm so sick and tired this black sh** this white sh** So I sit here and write sh**, Em they ain't gon' like this [Hook:] [The Game] So they callin us We ain't goin no where so f** you We ain't goin no where so f** you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power [Verse 2 - Eminem] Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame b**h you're mild sauce, you ain't ready to make that flame switch You'll end up in the same situation, same sh** Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waving in my face Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his a**, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you ba*tards wasting too much time Me no kiss a**, and if that's the case, then we ain't going [Hook] [Verse 3 - The Game] Lo, get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Em' just k**ed me on my own sh** I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick I'mma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted If Eminem is anybody armor under the Pendleton These n***as is k**ing it take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimi Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot With a Glock that don't phase me I'm crazy why the f** you think I'm rhyming with Shady ? I don't care if the radio don't play me I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today And get hard when these b**hes see my car in the streets I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks So I'm gone b**h [Hook]