Eminem - Monkey See, Monkey Do lyrics

[Laugh] Aye yo' Fifty What I tell you? We ain't even have to say sh** They did it [Laugh] Chorus Monkey see, monkey do Don't ever make the first move Just let 'em come to you 'Cos they always gunna see and do What the other one do So let them come to you The rest'll just follow suit Monkey see, monkey do Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum If they really want it bad enough Well then they gunna come Now here they come As we expected Now we just set 'em up Check-mate motherf**er Games over, we won Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum Verse Doesn't take much For me to raise such a stink up When motherf**ers hate your guts You ain't even got to say much For me to put a pen to a blank sheet of paper S'like smearing a bloodstain with a paint brush I can't explain what it is my brain does But however it works It's insane, its plain nuts And it ain't just my brain that's dangerous It's a whole combination of things It takes nuts And I'm not afraid to raise the stakes up I got a million bucks in the bank And 8 trucks For anybody who gets on the track and spanks us I'm patiently waiting for the day I'm anxious To see the look on ya fake mugs When you thugs go bankrupt Ya drunk You ain't tough Whatever you drank must of just Turned you into some gangstas This is me talking motherf**er This ain't d** You wanna pop sh**? Wake-up Then make-up fu*k THAT It's too late chump now Face up I pray for the day That someone who spits with the caliber That Nas and Jay does Opens up his jaw to say somethin' Or rattle my name off Or rattle the first thing From the top of his brain off So I can blow the f**ing dust off of this chainsaw And give him the surgery that he came for 'Til I pull the paint off I never been shot But I think me and Fifty must of been cut From the same cloth Cos I've always came off like Ja's chain When they try to rush him and lost And came back And gave him a watch in exchange for it I don't stop The only thing that I wait for Is the day I don't have to report to probate court Cos im'ma give ya' all a reason to hate more Cos I been holding my tongue 'til I got a sprained jaw Alot of rappers on my list That just ain't Ja And im'ma read that motherf**er off come April You pussies think I went soft since 8 mile When I come back I'll be shooting more than paintballs Trust me Chorus Outro f**ing dumb'ens This ain't chess You playin' motherf**ing checkers This sh** is all day man it's too easy We playing chess you playing checkers You 'bout to get your mother f**ing a**es jumped f**ing punks And by the way We ain't just talking to one person We talking to every motherf**ing body who wants to bring it Cos we bring it into anybody who wants to bring it So bring it Don't pick up the ball if you don't wanna play man It's all f**ed up now The f** I'm suppose to do Huh? The f** I'm suppose to do [Laugh] Yeah we out