Don't Approach Me

[Intro: Xzibit & (Eminem)]

Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (Right here!)

Yeah… whassup, Slim? (What's crackin'?)

Hit this shit (Shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today)

Psh, is that right? (What is it with motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin 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

‘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 snatchin' crumbs off my little son plate

Kidnapped, locked in a trunk and 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 slut but can't watch my seed grow up?

Fuck that! This the fuckin' thanks I get

For tryin' to edutain assholes and feed my bitch?

Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down

‘Cause you seein' more support than I'm seein' my child

[Verse 2: Eminem]

It's like, every day I wake up, another drama

It's a wonder I'm alive survivin' 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 shit

This clip is so full, it'll spit if I don't pull it

And don't give me no bullshit, 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 shit

Don't tell me 'bout the show business shit, I know what this is

Bitch

[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, bitch

You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed

I had a very fucked up day, I'm needin' this fifth

Shuttin' motherfuckers 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 skillet

This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit rain on thugs

Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us

Ain't no love lost, my niggas, relax yourself

I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin' the wealth

To my niggas 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

Changin' your channel, you played like a fuckin' piano

Ridin' slow through Cali like I'm ridin' a camel

Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels

I feel like Tony Soprano: who do I trust now?

Just hit me on my tele', nigga, soon as I touch down

Spit lines to split spines, just to get mine

Big behind bitches gettin' dick to spit shine

Sniff lines of coke – that's the only shit that make you dope

Bitch-ass nigga that's droppin' the soap

Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip

And turn 'til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit

[Verse 4: Eminem]

So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself, a front door with 12 locks

And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox

And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?

Fuck that! I protect myself with these 12 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 cocksuckers 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 shit, leanin' out your windows, beepin' and shit

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 tryna 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 loadin' 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