Composer : Eminem/Rufus B. Johnson/Tony Cottrell

Yeah... Huh... (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)

Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)

Hit some of this Cali guido (hip hop)

Listen to some ****ing... (hip hop)

Everybody got a little story they gotta tell

B*****s ain't heard my shit...hahaha

The life of Bizarre...what!

Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?)

If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!)

Let me tell you my story, cause everybody got one

Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some

Always told myself that I would never be losing

Man, I ain't had no hood, my mother was always moving (Damn!)

From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!)

Goddamn, Mama, what's the point? (the ****?)

So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (Aughh!)

Jump in the truck with my step-dad

When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger

Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (Yeah!)

And me and my rap partner wasn't seeing eye to eye

So he picked up and started a group with some other guys (Haha)

This is hip hop, man, I won't stop

Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox

*beatbox*

Hip hop, hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone (Uh-huh)

Ten years later, I'm still in the zone (Word?)

7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (Yeah!)

United we stand, divided we swore (D12!)

And hell yeah, I lived in my car (Yeah!)

****, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar (Hahahaha)

And Dirty Management, I wish all the best

But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right)

It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts (What?)

Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce (Hell yeah)

And now that we platinum, they diss our name (What?)

Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs

And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice

From the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce (What!)

To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club

To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of

And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw)

But I'll learn quick if the ****ing beef come!

Hip hop, hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop

I'd rather be fishing in flip flops, flip flops

Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I

Can't see no country singers beefing over some guitar

Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger

When I was younger I was so eager

To have a gun I would do the same

Couldn't wait to get to the shooting range

Me and my man Goofy Gary just trying to let loose some steam

************s laughing cause I couldn't aim

So I'd pull the ****ing target closer and just shoot the thang

I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun

It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan

For each bullet if you got no CCW license

I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months

What the **** am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come?

Hide that sumb***h in the glovebox or inside the trunk

Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was

I'm triple platinum, I ain't trying to catch no murder one

Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one

But them other two gon' **** his shoulder and his kneecap up

Then I'mma say it's self defense," how come I had the gun?"

"Was because I was at the range, on my way back from"

This dude approached me on some bullshit

I'd get a year for each bullet at the most

As opposed to having a full clip in that

That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety

But it gave me power, and it made me crazy

And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it

Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it

What the ****, man I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip hop, hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop