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[T.I]
Now I don't really care what you call me
just as long as you dont call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
streets like cold Chicago
aint nothing new I've seen it all before
but still I ball like no tomorrow
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote
all she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over with thats all she wrote
all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight its over with that's all she wrote

[T.I Verse 1]
Its stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join
others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
you tell lies, get caught, n-gga kick rocks
you never did blend in with the big shots
on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot
guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones
catch me in the end zone
high stepping prime time
thought you n-ggas been on
aint no blocking my shine
like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life, you check to check reciting rhymes
so call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time
while I get stupid paper, hey my dough aint in its right mind
(mind, mind)

[Chorus]
Now I don't really care what you call me
just as long as you dont call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
streets like cold Chicago
aint nothing new I've seen it all before
but still I ball like no tomorrow
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote

[Eminem -Verse 2]
Your staring straight into a barrel of hate
Terrible fate,
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait Sarah you're late, your train left.
Mascara and egg smeared on your face
Nights over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut aint nothing to cry over
Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover
Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up,
Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her,
She still comes back to my crib,
Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.
She must've took me for some high roller.
But i wont buy her a soda
Unless it's rock n' roll cola.
Buy u a bag of fritos I wouldn't let u eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya
tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars
you get your eyes swole up i'm on my straight grizzly
so why would i buy you a gassed teddy you're already bi-polar

[Chorus 2 - Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me

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you can even call me cold
these bitches know as soon as they saw me
its never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
still I ball like there's no tomorrow until its over and thats all she wrote

[T.I - Verse 3]
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
go blame the chick who wrote this shit
ya life is sure a bitch
but she know I'm rich
that why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
here I go again,
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke again
see me posted in anything, wearing any chain
never gon see me toting anything
all you gon see is BANG!
its so nice where I kick it,
hate you never get to visit
yeah I'm on another level
but you n-ggas

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