"The Sauce" LYRICS EMINEM

EMINEM LYRICS


"The Sauce"


[Eminem talkin']Its all bad now man, its all badBut yal done fucked up nowYeah ha ha, new shit, hey yoI just want the whole world to know:That I did not start this, but I will finish it

[Verse]Comin up it never mattered what color you wasIf you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it wasBack when, motherf*ckers was straight back packinCypherin, fightin for life in this rapfor the mic to get past and you psyched and you gaspedand you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some assIf you lost then you lost shake hands like a manand you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype columnat The Source was like, the only source of lightWhen the mics used to mean somethin, a four was likeyou were the shit, now its like the least you getthree and a half now just means you a piece of shitfour and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,or Benzino I dont think you even realizeyou playin with motherf*ckers lives, I done watched Dreget ****ed on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on itNow you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slideI said I wouldnt hold my f*cken breath to get a fiveSh*t I was right, Ida f*ckin died already tryinI swear to God I never lie I bet thats whyyou let that b*tch give me that bullsh*t reviewI sat and took it, I aint look at the sh*t we knewYou'd probly try to f*ck us with Obie and 50 tooF*ck a relationship we throughNo more Source with street cred, them days is deadDre's got A-Ks to Dave May's headEvery issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spreadWill somebody please tell whoever braids his headThat I am not afraid, hes just a f*ckin waste of leadon my pencil, for me to write some sh*t this simpleSo listen closely, as I break it down and proceedThis old Gs bout to get smoked like rolled weedYou dont know me or my motherf*ckin mother you motherf*ckin punkPut me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little sell out magI aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dadYou wanna talk about some sh*t that you dont know about? yaLets talk about how your puttin you own son out thereTo try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boatYour never gonna blow b*tch your just too oldNo wonder your sore now lordy your bored nowIm pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door downB*tch this is war now, and youl never beat meall you do is cheat me out of QUATABLES but you knowthat youl always see me on your TVCuz you gotta stay up till three in the morninTo see your video played once on betSo he-he-he who has the last laugh?Aftermath ya so on behalf on our whole staffkiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold backJust know that Benzinos wackno matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow jackYour better off tryin to bring R-S-O backLook at your track record thats how far it goes backIts extortion n Ray own's a proportionso half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail from bostonBullyin and bossin, Dave like a slave they've completely brainwashed himAnd forced him to stay locked in his own office afraid of the softestfakest, wannabe gangster in New YorkAnd its pitiful, cuz I would have never said sh*t to you if you'd have kept your mouth shutB*tch now what? Hit it Clue, spit it SlayNew sh*t, exclusive, yo Lantern, Whoo KidYou know what to do with this: use itIm through, this is stupid, I cant believe I stooped to thisbullsh*t to do this...

And who you callin a b*tch? B*tch. You owe me.