Eminem - Don't Approach Me lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit & (Eminem)] Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (Right here!) Yeah… wha**up, Slim? (What's crackin'?) Hit this sh** (sh**, I almost hit this motherf**er today) Psh, is that right? (What is it with motherf**ers thinkin' that Because we're in the spotlight, or whatever, that They can do or say whatever they want to us And that we won't retaliate?) Protect my motherf**in self, by any means necessary (Right) [Hook: Eminem] ‘Cause you don't know me, I don't know you So don't approach me, I won't approach you And don't insult me, I won't insult you ‘Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do [Verse 1: Xzibit] Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight Being underrated gave me time to create Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin' but hate Millionaires snatching crumbs off my little son plate Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face No hoes, no clothes, no one showin' up for my shows You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home But my baby mama hate my guts and can't stand me Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this strugglin' for what, so I can blow up? Marry a s*ut but can't watch my seed grow up? f** that! This the f**ing thanks I get For tryin to edutain a**holes and feed my b**h? Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down ‘Cause you seeing more support than I'm seeing my child [Verse 2: Eminem] It's like, every day I wake up, another drama It's a wonder I'm alive, surviving this karma If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her Without these cameras in our faces like animals For your Channel 2 Action News To follow our ambulance up the avenue And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts, and what we do in private, since they won't let us put up a fence And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun Whether it's unloaded, full or an unregistered one No bullets? You're so full of sh** This clip is so full, it'll spit if I don't pull it And don't give me no bullsh**, I'm not in the mood I just got in a feud in some parking lot with a dude Over Kim, and she just slit both of her wrists over this sh** Don't tell me 'bout the show business sh** I know what this is, b**h [Hook: Eminem] ‘Cause you don't know me, I don't know you So don't approach me, I won't approach you And don't insult me, I won't insult you ‘Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do [Verse 3: Xzibit] This ain't business, this is personal, b**h You don't know Xzibit from sh**, new school, cla** dismissed I had a very f**ed up day, I'm needin' this fifth Shutting motherf**ers up like they pleadin' the fifth Yo, Em, it's time to get serious with it Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the sk**et This is your brain on d**, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost, my n***as, relax yourself I'm about to snatch it all and start spreading the wealth To my n***as who never seen it, I mean it when I holla At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changing your channel, you played like a f**ing piano Riding slow through Cali like I'm riding a camel Millionaire motherf**ers with their brains in their flannels I feel like Tony Soprano; who do I trust now? Just hit me on my tele' n***a soon as I touch down Spit lines to split spines, just to get mine Big behind b**hes getting dick to spit shine Sniff lines of coke – that's the only sh** that make you dope b**h-a** n***a that's droppin' the soap Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip And turn till you motherf**ers tell me the right sh** [Verse 4: Eminem] So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself A front door with twelve locks And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? f** that! I protect myself with these twelve shots And one in the chamber, gun in the waist And one in the ankle, waitin' for someone to come to my place Tryna walk up and knock, like these co*ks**ers are not Gonna get a shotgun or a Glock shoved in their face And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys In the front yard, without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn Screamin' some sh**, leanin' out your windows, beepin' and sh** or pullin' up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live So my address ends up on the Internet again So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin' them that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs And reporters blow it out of proportion Oh, now he's pullin' guns on his fans Just for tryin' to stand on his porch And I'm the bad guy, ‘cause I don't answer my door Like, "Hey, hi! You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!" Sometimes I feel like loading this rifle, and climbin' the roof at night and hidin' outside to snipe you It's not that I don't like you; it's just that when I'm not behind the mic, I'm a person who's just like you