Lock It Up

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Yeah, like that
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Okay, yeah


[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak & Eminem]
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Say, bro, (Yeah) where you get them 
from?
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Detroit? (Yeah) That machine 
gun, spray boy
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And it's gon' hit some
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New coupe? (Ooh) Been whippin' 'em
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New boobs? (Yeah) Where you get them
 done?
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Payroll (Nice), might put you on a 
table
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And spread you out like some Yayo 
(I'm naughty, yah)
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No, bitch (Oh), you don't know shit 
(No)
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You just want all my money, ah
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I was hopeless (Oh), now I'm focused
 (No)
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Where the fuck is the party at?
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Now hold this (Oh), oh shit (Oh)
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That's it (Yeah), so sick (Oh)
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No shit (Oh)
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Damn, I'm (Yeah) getting too fuckin'
 old for this (Yeah)


[Verse 2: Eminem]
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But still as explosive with, just 
load the clip
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Two pistols on hip, both are gripped
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I hold them at shoulder width
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Took a stab in the dark and broke 
the tip
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Of my knife off, but your throat is 
slit
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'Cause I'm cutthroat to the utmost 
with it
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The ultimate
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I just let the poker chips fall 
where they were supposed to fit
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Now those days are over, scrapin' 
change in sofas
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Tryna save at Kroger (Yeah)
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So why would I give a fuck about 
backstabbin' Trader Joe for?
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How 'bout that, I'm paid as Oprah
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Think I may have broke the scale
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'Cause the wait is over
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But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they
 say I almost


[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
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I almost lost it
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I had to reach back, back, and lock 
it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)
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I had to reach back, back, and lock 
it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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You almost (Stop it), you almost 
(Stop it), you almost (Stop it), but
 I got it (I got it)
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You almost (Stop it), you almost 
(Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I 
got it (I got it)


[Verse 3: Eminem]
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So sit there and act pathetic and 
sulk
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'Cause I'm getting green, Incredible
 Hulk
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'Cause I usually get it in bulk
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But I still will stomp your head to 
a pulp (Yeah)
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You want smoke, I got the tical like
 Method Man
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So get ready to die from second hand
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Get a whiff of the doctor's medicine
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Like sedatives you'll get popped, 
Excedrin
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'Cause you can get it like over the 
counter (Yo)
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Like I just left the damn concession
 stand (Yeah)
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A mic in my hand's a weapon (What?)
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I put that on everything like ranch,
 I'll never land
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I'm too fly, I don't plan to ever 
Cinderella Man
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What I am is better than
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Every single one of you
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Whether separate or all of you band 
together
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And I put the game on the pill 
(Yeah)
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Now my Shady babies are all 
stillborns
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Meaning abortions that live 'cause 
they were still born
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I can heal 'em with Neosporin
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You 'bout to experience euphoria
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(I'm a) true warrior, got the plug 
like Trugoy
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Give me the cue like I'm ScHoolboy
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And I'll treat the beat like a 
pitbull would do to a chew toy and 
destroy it, 'cause, boy, I


[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
C#m
I almost lost it
C#m
I had to reach back, back, and lock 
it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
C#m
You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)
C#m
I had to reach back, back, and lock 
it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
C#m
You almost (Stop it), you almost 
(Stop it), you almost (Stop it), but
 I got it (I got it)
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You almost (Stop it), you almost 
(Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I 
got it (I got it)