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[Chrous: T.I]Now I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you dont call me rudeI bet they knew as soon as they saw me"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new I've seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrow"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said "it's over with" thats all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote[Verse 1: T.I.]Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that i'mSewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for itEventually see they cant beat than with me they joinOthers sworn, under oath or banished left completely scornYou tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocksYou never did blend in with the big shotsOn the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stopsI just laugh at, nigga wishing they were this hotGuess they mad at me huh, really pissed off (so)Better that than pissed on, i'm the Jetsons you the FlintstonesCatch me in the end zone, high stepping prime timeThought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shineLike my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night timeI get rich off livin' life, he check the check reciting rhymesSo call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice timeWhile I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind(mind, mind)[Chrous: T.I]Now I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you dont call me rudeI bet they knew as soon as they saw me"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new I've seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrow"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote[Verse 2: Eminem]Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you tohyp youIs never to let these traits trick youMighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shitDig you hoe, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitchShit you talk about some adivce that sticks with youIf I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my gunsLike double stick, its you but fuck it TIP, its coldI'm chillin like a villian like the penguin in his fucking iglooeating fudgesiclesI'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with youBefore I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitchYou think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb isyouI'll give you some mumps before I split some lump sums withyouSo here's a penny for your thoughtsBut it won't buy you a chesseburger, but a nickle might justget you one pickleFuck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issueTheres a bombshell, scud missle!I got this curse at you to fucking cuss at youLike before I rap there was some motherfucking studSlut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my wayfo shizzleI still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzleSo fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister[Chorus: Eminem]Now I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldThese bitches know as soon as they saw meIts never me to get the privilege to knowI roll like a desperadoNow I never know where I'm gonna goStill I ball like there's no tomorrowUntil its over and its all she wrote[Verse 3: T.I.]The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over withBut don't get mad at meGo blame the chick who wrote this shitYeah life is sure a bitchBut she know I'm richThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her dickHere I go againI kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring inPeso, euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke againSee me posted in anything, wearing any chainNever gon' see me tote in anythingAll you gon' see is BANG!Its so nice where I kick itHate you never get to visitYeah I'm on another levelBut you niggas still can get itIts all over before you finishSorry bro this road we end itWon't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business[Verse 4: Eminem]Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIPAnd each one thinks "Say this shit"Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchiefI'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicineLet em get a good taste of itI'm sure you got that relationship memo by nowBut in case you didn'tImma stick this whole padfull of sticky notes to your forehead and staple itLife is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting itSo I pace this shit a little bit quickerThat clock i'm racing in doubling time itBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the timeIt may take you pricks to catch onWhile you strong arm like Stretch ArmstrongMan I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dogAnd they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guessI'm wrongBut if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the besthot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg[Bridge: T.I.]And on my throne i remainAll alone in my laneI'm as strong as they cameThey were gone fo' they cameNow, I don't wanna hangI slapped hands with the rap godsThey just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why[Eminem]Now I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldI bet the knew as soon as they saw me"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote[Eminem]I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go[T.I. & Eminem]But still I ball like no tomorrow"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said "it's over with" thats all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote

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