That’s All She Wrote - Eminem

That’s All She Wrote - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
T.I. ：
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote all she wrote
I said it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote all she wrote
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in
Knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm sewin' up the game
Destroyin' like they hate me for it
Eventually see they can't beat and then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished left completely scorned
You tell lies get cut n**ga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at n**ga wishin' they were 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-steppin' Prime Time
Thought you n**gas been known ain't no blockin' my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys you can see me in the nighttime
I get rich off livin' life you check to check recitin' rhymes
So call me what you want wanna hate
Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper hey my dough ain't in its right mind
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
TIP told me on this ho tip
Best tip I could give you to hip you
Is never to let these tricks trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut sh*t
Dig you ho
Take a shovel and dig you some dignity b**ch
Sh*t you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick it's you but f**k 'em TIP it's cool
I'm chillin' like a villain
Like the penguin in its f**kin' igloo eating fudgesicles
I'd rather slip and fall in sh*t than fall in love with you
Before I tie the f**kin' knot I'd tie you in one b**ch
You think this is some Nintendo game how f**kin' dumb is you
I'll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a cheeseburger
But a nickel might just get you one pickle
F**k it it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
There's a bombshell Scud missile
Like I just cuss at you to f**kin' cuss at you
Like before I rapped I was a motherf**kin' stud slut this'll
Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way for shizzle
I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub bizzle
So f**k Sizzler tcheckers are bust like a blood blister
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These b**ches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll the curtain close the movie over with
But don't get mad at me go blame the chick who wrote this sh*t
Yeah life is sure a b**ch 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 sh*t
Give a damn got it pourin' in
Pesos Euros Yen ah-ha I'm paid never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything wearin' any chain
Never gon' see me totin' anything all you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it hate you never get to visit
Yeah I'm on another level but you n**gas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish–sorry bro this where we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business
Yeah I guess life is a b**ch ain't it TIP
And each one thinks they the sh*t
Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes
To your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it
So I pace this sh*t a little bit quicker that clock I'm racin' it
Double timin' it but I still spit triple the amount of insults
In a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks
To catch on while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe S on it dog
And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gonna tell me that A