Hell Breaks Loose (Ft Dr Dre)

Eminem

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    I want you (I want you) to understand something (to understand something)
    That when I come up in this bitch, I want the fans jumping
    I want the fists pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire
    But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups?
    Shady's come to feel ya up, are you a D or a C cup?
    You could even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E
    You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with so much TNT
    We may blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs
    Could help you to resuscitate, you, busters, must be flustered, wait
    You can't cut the mustard
    What's your problem, can't you bust a grape?
    (Chkk-chk-chk) what's my name?
    Shady came and just crushed the game
    It's really not even fair to them
    'Cause they pale in comparison
    So much they might as well wear his skin
    Don't you wish you could just share his pen?
    'Cause this shit's getting embarrassin'
    The fog is thick and the air is thin
    'Cause he won't even let them try to breathe
    La-dididi-dadada-didi
    He makes it look so easy, girl, you just hit the lottery

    Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (hoo)
    Try to restrain us, you can't contain us
    We're still gonna make a stink no matter what we do (yeah)
    Everywhere we go it seems, we're looking for any excuse
    To just cut loose (come on)
    So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (hoo)

    This is when shit hits the fan like it just splattered on Stan
    This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolled in with Mathers
    Now chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front
    So do what we say at once, this song's like a seance, it haunts
    It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance
    It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt
    Take a day off of what? Man, you better lay off the blunts
    You must be smoking something, you think I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my nuts
    Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust
    Shake all them cobwebs loose
    Loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose
    Yeah, girl, shake that caboose
    I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse
    D-R-E is on the loose
    A mongoose when it comes to the chronic use
    You know, I can't stand to lose
    Me and my goons are like animals
    We come through like a pack of wolves
    And we came here to retract the roof
    Yeah, man, ain't that the truth?
    Girl, your man's back in the booth
    Definitely back up in this bitch
    And this is when all hell breaks loose

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    Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (yeah)
    Try to restrain us, you can't contain us
    We're still gonna make a stink no matter what we do (oh)
    Everywhere we go it seems, we're looking for any excuse
    To just cut loose (come on)
    So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (hoo)

    Now, I know you're feeling discouraged, but, homie, just mark my words
    I'm murderin' the flow, liquid courage, I'm finna blow
    As soon as we hit the door, power surges head to toe
    I'm sure to push it as far as words are meant to go
    We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows
    Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the block wit' your ho
    With speakers knocking, it's three-o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop
    E and hop out the vehicle and knock on your door

    Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we blow
    We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you
    Revenge is so sweet, move till you injure your feet
    Yeah, move it or lose it, freak, move to the beat
    Lose yourself indubitably
    Pass up on that little cute chick right there?
    That'd be pretty damn stupid to me
    Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah, Los Angeles, rules of the streets
    Them haters hatin' on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep
    Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat
    Dre fall off? That's news to me

    Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (hoo)
    Try to restrain us, you can't contain us
    We're still gonna make a stink no matter what we do (yeah)
    Everywhere we go it seems, we're looking for any excuse
    To just cut loose (come on)
    So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the needle on
    And hell breaks loose (hoo)

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    Composición: Mark Batson, Eminem, Dr. Dre, Trevor Lawrence Jr. y Dawaun Parker

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