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    "What's The Difference" Lyrics

    Dr. Dre feat. Eminem and Xzibit

    track 7
    2001 [1999]
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    [Phish] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X)

    [Dr. Dre]
    Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo
    I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
    Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
    the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
    But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
    I still remember the window of the car that you went through
    That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
    And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
    Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you
    Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you
    You see the truth is
    Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is
    And who I'm still cool wit
    Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
    Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
    Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
    Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
    Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
    Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
    Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
    It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
    That's the difference

    Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X)

    What's the difference between me and you?
    You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do
    I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions
    I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

    Yo I stay wit it
    While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
    Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH)
    I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
    I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
    (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
    I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
    So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
    I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!)
    A heartless bastard, high and plastered
    My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
    Pass it around if you can't handle it
    Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
    What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
    About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
    Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
    I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
    Yo that's the difference


    Aight, hold up hold up!
    STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say
    Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
    (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
    I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

    [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it
    But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch
    [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it?
    [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is

    Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer
    But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma
    I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
    And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California
    And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner
    at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
    Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
    Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
    Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
    Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
    and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
    That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product
    That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up!
    You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!!
    So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis
    Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it!

    Chorus 1.25X
    This song was submitted on April 1st, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © S U I S A, COOPERATIVE SOC. OF MUSIC AUTHORS & PUBLISHERS , Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by - Aznavour, Alvin Joiner, Alvin N. Joiner, Charles Aznavour, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Richard W. Bembery, Stephon Harris Cunningham.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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