If I Get Locked Up Video (MV)

Check Check, 1-2 , 1-2 1-2 (it's rolling)
Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is.
It's what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap,
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby.
Yo Eminem show these mother f*ckers what time it is baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some f*cking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident

I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets
The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it

Before me, and just kept throwing they f*cking self's at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedation? (Come on!)
Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?)

The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "F*ck the Police"
When you still had your mother's f*cking Nipple stuck in your teeth
(F*cking baby) Became a role model after Colorado

Now all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo!
Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch
I'm sick enough to f*ck a man in his face but I won't

'Cause you'll probably want to stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative
(Want to Fight?) I'm probably the awkwardest alcoholic talking

Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling
A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm juss high on life

So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherf*ckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre!

I'm drunk pass the tec

Eminem and Dr. Dre
Cause if I get locked up tonight!
Then I might not come home tonight!
[Dre]
Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is On

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a f*cking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!)
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake
Don't get so bent out of shape

'Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the f*ck its like to be so fed up

And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up
My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove (Hello, where you at?)
Shit, talk about your brain being baked

My shit's still in the oven on 480 De-Grades
Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby,
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter f*ck you lady
You critics want to criticize but couldnt visualize

Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes
The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a f*cking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth

And shove his head in the fan blade
Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a f*ck who's buying this shit

Quit f*cking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit
Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it

But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent
Either that or booed, that's why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, f*ck it let me see a judge

I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

F*ck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the f*ck out of here
You know how we do (echo)