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Eminem
So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me
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How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you
weres ridin I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry
on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried
inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine I survived it, you ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then I blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and I dont like it
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Kon Artis
It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
So I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
Before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that I wasnt with I would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with
her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or
somethin'
Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with
me
When all I tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You actin like I aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
But I am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you
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Proof
You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like I gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(How come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
Chorus
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