Eminem "The Sauce" lyrics

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The Sauce

[Eminem]It's all bad now man, it's all badCuz y'all done FUCKED up nowYEA! Ha ha, new shit, aiyyoI just want the whole world to knowThat I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never mattered what color you wasIf you could spit, then you could spitThat's it, that's what it wasBack when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rapFor the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gassedThen you hype, cuz you lastAnd you might whoop some assIf you lost, then you lostShake hands like a man and you swallowed itWhen the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was likeOur only source of lightWhen the mics used to mean something, a four was likeYou were the shit, now it's like the least you getThree and a half now just means you're a piece of shitFour and a half or fiveMeans you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or BenzinoShit I don't even think you realizeYou're playing with motherfuckers' livesI done watched Dre get fucked on The ChronicProbably cause I was on itNow you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slideI said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a fiveShit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryinI swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's whyYou let that bitch give me that bullshit reviewI sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knewYou'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we throughNo more Source for street credit, them days is deadRay's got AK's to Dave Mays' headEvery issue there's an eight page Made Men spreadWill somebody please tell whoever braids his headThat I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of leadOn my pencil, for me to write some shit this simpleSo listen closely, as I break it down and proceedThis old G's about to get smoked like rolled weedYou don't know me or my motherfucking motherYou motherfucking punkPut me on your fuckin cover just to sell your littleSell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel badHere's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dadYou wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea?Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out thereTo try to eat off him because you missed your boatYou're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too oldNo wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored nowI'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door downBitch this is war now, and you'll never beat meAll you do is cheat me out of QuotablesBut you know that you'll always see meOn your TV, cuz you've got to stay up 'tilThree in the morning to see your video played once on BETSo, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeaSo on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracksWe'll never fold or hold back, just know thatBenzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his nameHe'll never blow jackYou're better off tryin to bring RSO backLook at your track record, that's how far it goes backIt's extortion, and Ray owns a portionSo half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from BostonBullyin and bossin Dave like a slaveThey completely brainwashed him and forced him to stayLocked in his own officeAfraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New YorkAnd it's pitiful, cuz I would have never said shit if you'daKept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit, exclusiveYo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with thisUse it, I'm through, this is stupidI can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do thisAnd who are you callin a bitch? Bitch!You OWE me

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(Eminem)Sad je postalo loše, stari, sad se pogoršaloJer sad ste svi vi ZAJEBALIO DA! Ha ha, nova stvar, aloSamo želim da cijeli svijet znaDa ja nisam ovo započeo, ali ću završiti

Na početku nije bilo bitno koje si bojeAko znaš repati, znaš repatiTo je to, tako je biloPrije, likovi su se ubijali od poslaU kabinama, borili se za život u rap glazbiDa se probiju pred mikrofon, i uzbudili seI počeli se tresti jer su zadnji na reduI mogli bi nekome isprašiti turAko bi izgubili, onda bi izgubiliRukovali se kao ljudi i prešli preko togaKad je kolumna za nepoznate repere u vašem časopisu bilaNaš jedini izvor svjetlaKad su vaše ocjene stvarno značile nešto, 4 je značiloDa si glavni, sad je to najmanje što možeš dobiti3. 5 sada znači da si najobičnije govno4.5 ili 5Znači da si Biggie*, Jigga*, Nas* ili Benzino*Kvragu, mislim da uopće ne shvaćateDa se igrate sa životima raznih likovaGledao sam kako ste zajebali Drea za onaj albumVjerojatno zato što sam ja bio na njemuI mene ste dvaput zajebali, pustio sam toRekao sam da neću čekati dok ne dobijem 5, jeboteI dovraga, bio sam u pravu, prije bih umro nego to dočekaoKunem se Bogom, nikad ne lažem, kladim se da je to zatoŠto ste dopustili toj pički da mi da te usrane ocjeneSjeo sam i uzeo časopis, nisam ni pogledao to sranje, znali smoVjerojatno biste pokušali zajebati i Obieja* i 50 Centa*pljuvanje* jebo vezu, gotovo je s timVaš časopis više nije glavni na ulici, ti dani su prošliRay drži kalašnjikov kraj glave Davea Maysa*Za svaku stvar u časopisu ima 8 stranica o njegovom albumuMolim lijepo, hoće li mi netko reći tko mu pravi pletenice?Ne bojim se potrošiti jebeno olovoU svojoj olovci da na napišem ovako jednostavno sranjeZato pažljivo slušajte dok idem daljeOve stare frajere ćemo spušiti kao travuNe znaš ni mene ni moju mater, jebem ti materJebena pizdoStavljaš me na naslovnicu samo da se prodaš, jeboteProdani časopis, nisam ljut, žao mi teEvo ti reklama; ovdje je poster Ray-Raya* i njegovog tateŽeliš pričati o nekom sranju o kojem nemaš pojma, a?Pričajmo o tome kako u to uvaljuješ svog vlastitog sinaI pokušavaš zaraditi na njemu jer je tvoj brod prošaoNikad nećeš postati slavan, pičko, jednostavno si prestarNije ni čudo da te uštaklo, čovječe, kako si dosadanMeni nije ni 30, a ti si na pragu četrdesetePičko, ovo je rat, i nikad me nećeš pobijeditiSve što znaš je varati i ne iskazati mi poštovanjeAli znaš da ćeš me uvijek viđatiNa televiziji, jer ćeš ostati budanDo 3 ujutro da jednom vidiš svoj spotPa zato, tko se zadnji smije? Hihihi, Aftermath*, o daZato, što se tiče cijelog našeg osoblja, poljubite nam guziceNikad nećemo pasti ni posustati, samo znajte toBenzino je sranje, nije bitno koliko puta mu izgovorim imeNikad neće postati slavanPokušavaš ponovno okupiti svoju staru grupuPogledaj tu traku, i tada si bio sranjeTo je ucjena, a Ray posjeduje samo dioAli pola osoblja tamo je upravo izašlo iz bostonskog zatvoraZlostavlja Davea i šefuje mu kao da je robTotalno su mu isprali mozak i prisilili ga da ostaneZaključan u vlastitom ureduI da se boji najmekšeg, najlažnijeg tipa koji želi biti gangster u New YorkuI to je jadno, jer nikad ne bih rekao ni kurca da siDržao usta zatvorena, što sad, pičko?Hajdemo, Clue*, udri, Slay*, nova ekskluzivna stvarHej, Lantern*, hej, Whoo Kid*, znate što treba učiniti s ovimIskoristite to, ja sam gotov, ovo je glupoNemogu vjerovati da me to sranje natjeralo na ovoI koga ti zoveš pičkom? Pičko!Ti duguješ MENI!

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