Don't Approach Me

(album: Restless - 2000)

[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 thinking 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)

[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

[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 nothing but hate
Millionaires snatching crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk and shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showing 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 struggling for what, so I can blow up?
Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that! This the fucking thanks I get
For trying to edutain assholes and feed my bitch?
Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down
'Cause you seeing more support than I'm seeing my child

[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 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

'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

[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 needing this fifth
Shutting motherfuckers up like they pleading 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 spreading 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
Changing your channel, you played like a fucking piano
Riding slow through Cali like I'm riding 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 getting dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke – that's the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that's dropping the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
And turn 'til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit

[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, waiting 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 driving by honking your horn
Screaming some shit, leaning out your windows, beeping and shit
Or pulling 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, telling 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 pulling 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 loading this rifle
And climbing the roof at night and hiding 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