Eminem - The Sauce - Sözleri

[Eminem talkin']

Its all bad now man, its all bad 

But yal done fucked up now 

Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo 

I just want the whole world to know: 

That I did not start this, but I will finish it 



[Verse]

Comin up it never mattered was color you was 

If you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it was 

Back when, motherf*ckers was straight back packin 

Cypherin, fightin for life in this rap 

for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped 

and you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some ass 

If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man 

and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column 

at The Source was like, the only source of light 

When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like 

you were the ****, now its like the least you get 

three and a half now just means you a peice of **** 

four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas, 

or Benzino I dont think you even realize 

you playin with motherf*ckers lives, I dont watched Dre 

get ****ed on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it 

Now you f*cked me outa my mics twice I let it slide 

I said I wouldnt hold my f*cken breathto get a five 

Sh*t I was right, Ida f*ckin died already tryin 

I swear to God I never lie I bet thats why 

you let that b*tch give me that bullsh*t review 

I sat and took it, I aint look at the sh*t we knew 

You'd probly try to f*ck us with Obie and 50 too 

F*ck a relationship we through 

No more Source with street cred, them days is dead 

Dre's got A-Ks to dave mase's head 

Every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread 

Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head 

That I am not afraid, hes just a f*ckin waste of lead 

on my pencil, for me to write some sh*t this simple 

So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed 

This old Gs bout to get smoked like raw weed 

You dont know me or my motherf*ckin mother you motherf*ckin punk 

Put me on your motherf*ckin cover to sell your little sell out mag 

I aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad 

You wanna talk about some sh*t that you dont know about? ya 

Lets talk about how your puttin you own son out there 

To try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat 

Your never gonna float b*tch your just too old 

No wonder your sore now ?? your bored now 

Im pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door down 

B*tch this is war now, and youl never beat me 

all you do is cheat me out of quatables but you know 

that youl always see me on your TV 

Cuz you gotta stay up till three in the mornin 

To see your video played once on BET 

So he-he-he who gets the last laugh? 

Aftermath ya so on behalf on our whole staff 

kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back 

Just know that Benzinos wack 

no matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow jack 

Your better off tryin to bring R-S-O back 

Look at your track record thats how far it goes back 

Its extortion ?? proportion 

so half of the staff up there is fresh outa jail from boston 

Bullyin and bossin, caged like a slave they've completely brainwashed him 

And forced him to stay locked in his own office afraid of the softest 

fakest, wannabe gangster in New York 

And its pitiful, cuz I never woulda said sh*t to you if you'd kept your mouth shut 

B*tch now what? get a clue, spit it slay 

New sh*t, exclusive ?? whoo kid

You know what to do with this: use it 

Im through, this is stupid, I cant believe I stooped to this 

bullsh*t to do this... 



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









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