Lyrics

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Song

Artist:
  • Eminem
Album:
Encore (Bonus Disk)
Title:
We As Americans

Intro

There's an intruder
In my house
He cut my phone line
Can't dial out
I scream for police
But I doubt
They're gonna going to hear me
When I shout
(** gunshot **)

Verse

A couple of cocktails will send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time when I get pulled over
There's a dobberman pincher
And a pitbull in the seat
These pigs will get BIT fooling with me
Quit fooling with me
Bitch, you're gonna going to see
No pistol in the seat
Why Why's Why does it always gotta got to have to be an issue when you're me?
In which you're gonna going to see in the long run
I'ma I'm gonna I'm going to be the wrong one you wanna harass
With this limo-tinted glass
Flashing that flashlight on my ass
Where was were you at, last night
When them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper-slash-actor, kiss the crack of my cracker-slash-ass
They took away my right to bare arms
What I'm 'possed supposed to fight with; bare palms?
Yeah, right; they're coming with bombs
I'm coming with flare guns
We as Americans

Chorus

We as Americans
Us as a citizen
Gotta protected ourselves
Look at how shit has been
We better check ourselves
Living up in these streets
Through worse and through better health
Surviving by any means
We as Americans
Us as a citizen
We are samaritans
What do we get us in?
We better check ourselves
Look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live
This is America and we are Americans

Verse

I make beaucoup bucks, wearin' beaucoup vests
Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex
I could've been next, to fly over the cuckoo's nest
With you know who, with an "S" tattooed to my chest
But I'm finessed it, now I've got the industry pissy
Ever since me and Dre split it 50-50 on 50, it's funny
We got a buzz spreading quicker than making paper airplanes out of a 20 20 dollar bill
Fuck money, I don't rap for dead presidents US currency money
I'd rather see the president
daeddead

It's never been said, but I set precedents
And the standards and they can't stand it
My name should have been bastard
This shit should have been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp
I should have been blasted shot
I shoulda should have been; had a cap bullet put in my ass
But I'm too swift and fast for that, I'm past it
I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot, fuck that shit
I done have seen how fast this rap shit can turn into some pap
(** gunshot **)
pap
(** gunshot **)
shit
That quick; snap, click!
But this time we got a fucking automatic
And no one gon' gonna going to test this, man
Clack!
(** gunshot **)

Repeat Chorus (x1)

Verse

I got a secret if you can keep it between us
I tuck two ninas nine millimeter firearms pistols under my jeans, either side of my penis
Under my long johns long underwear
Under my Sean Jeans Sean Jean branded clothing
When running with the long arm of the long long gun
I'ma I'm gonna I'm going to do be locked in prison for 5 years
No less than that
No questions asked
So it might be a good idea that I stop right here
And quit while I'm ahead
Already in the red
Already got a steady infrared meant for my head
A target on my back
Bigger problems than that
Bin Laden on my ass
He prob'bly probably gon' gonna going to send a task mercenary hitman contract killer
I ain't gon' even ask
They ain't gonna let me pack
They ain't gon' give me my semi semi-automatic firearm
But I got my
whizz back

Repeat Chorus (x1)

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