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Eminem - The Next One Lyrics

[Intro: Stat Quo]
Woo! Yeah!
Yeah, ease into it

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I'm the next one, next one
Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me
Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me
Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah, I ain't Eminem or 50, dawg, I'm Stat

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap
Freida's only son had to hustle for scraps, it's hard to relax
When your wage minimum, being broke, fuck, with my adrenaline
Before Dre and Eminem, I was tryna get on, demo tapes, state to state
Performin' at clubs, doin' whatever it take, relyin' on faith
Hopin' my dreams take shape [?]
I would wait for these A&Rs say I ain't grind, bitch
Spendin' my last dime on this studio time, shit
A lot of folk told me I was stupid for tryin' this
Situation crucial, [?] home environment
Takin' pictures of me, it was ugly
The spot got hot, scene felt like curry
Had my vision blurry till Underground Atlanta
Hit the streets, me and Zeke put a plan together
Shorty, it's now or never, down to do whatever
You see the rainfall came, but I had to bare that weather
Look, your boy need cheddar, like a mil or better
I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort
[Bridge 1: Stat Quo]
I was patiently waitin'
Used to get love, now the same niggas hatin'
[?]
Partner, don't get it separated or twisted you can't fade us
Stat the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me

[Bridge 2: Eminem]
If you open your ears long enough to listen you may hear what you been missin' out all of this time
I been put in position to put all this in position so quit your bitchin', learn how to rhyme, get signed and get your shine

[Verse 2: Eminem]
It's like this and like that and uh
Welcome to Statlanta
Shady/Aftermath and uh
A brand new rapper from Atlanta who goes by the name of Stat Quo
Introducin' our new excuse to keep producin', continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow
The hottest new shit on a planet on a new plateau
But don't confuse it, you don't understand it, let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit so that you cats know
This is Statlanta 101 cause we don't want no one walkin' out this motherfucker with tunnel vision
So, anyone with questions you want answered just ask 'em, we'll try to unmask 'em and maybe explain why so few cats blow
Just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that, though
That there boy, he hot to death, you already knew that, though
Is he the greatest from the ATL? We got haters all day to debate us
So we'll just say this: he's one you wouldn't want to tackle
[Bridge 3: Stat Quo]
I got caviar wishes, Box Chevy dreams
CD covers, TV screens
The booth or the block [?] triple beam
I'ma make it by any means, ha, ha, ha
Fuck what you're sayin', God put me here to shine
Goin' on to white-collar crime
The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the 9
I'ma make it, I need mine, ha, ha, ha

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
I could care less, fuck y'all, you don't make or break me
Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me
Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know
The A-Town [?]
Didn't no other label offer me no deal
Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested
Then they started to bid, want the truth? There it is
This ain't a gimmick, this the south, and I be that kid
Just ride through [?]
In time you gon' find you on a great trip
Every word out the lip be some extraordinary shit
The piece of the puzzle that fit, it's Stat Quo, you son of a bitch
Yeah!

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I'm the next one, next one
Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me
Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me
Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah, I ain't Eminem or 50, dawg, I'm Stat