| Song | Brothers |
| Artist | Eminem |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | E.V.M.D (mixtape) |
| So, all of you africans, all of you africans that wanna do things | |
| That’s workin’ for other people, y’all need to open your own business | |
| Save your money, quit payin’ muthafuckers with jheri curls | |
| Quit payin’ muthafuckers with perms. | |
| Save your money, start your own business | |
| & you true africans, will have put hundreds to work | |
| This is our future right here, this our future right here. | |
| Hey, I’m a tell you right now, if... if... if I have to die today | |
| For this little african right here to have a future | |
| I’m a dead muthafucker. | |
| Verse 1: Snoop Dogg | |
| Wake up, jumped out my bed | |
| Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homey Lil’ 1/2 Dead | |
| Murder was the case that they gave me | |
| Dear God, I wonder can you save me | |
| I’m only 18, so I’m a young buck | |
| It’s a ride, if I don’t scrap, I’m gettin’ stuck | |
| But that’s the life of a G, I guess | |
| Ese’s way deep, shanked 2 in they chest | |
| Bests run ’cause brothers is droppin’ quicker | |
| Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga | |
| Bouncin’ off the walls, throwin’ them dogs | |
| Gettin’ a rep as a young hog | |
| It ain’t nuttin’ like the street life | |
| Betta be strapped wit yo clip ’cause ain’t no fist fight | |
| So I guess I gots to handle mine | |
| Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time. | |
| Them say me grow up to be nuttin’ | |
| Look at me now. What do you see? | |
| I am what I am it’s only me. | |
| Lil’ Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin’ in the ghetto streets | |
| What’cha gonna do when you grow up | |
| & have to face responsibility. | |
| Verse 2: Dr. Dre | |
| Now, I’m ’trollin’ the dove, sittin’ on swoll | |
| 27 years old, off on parole, stroll | |
| I’m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money | |
| That I’m makin’ as soon as I touch the street | |
| Things done changed but it’s alright | |
| Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right | |
| But it ain’t no thing to me | |
| ’Cause now I’m what they call a ’loc’d assed O.G. | |
| The little homies from the hood wit grip | |
| Are the ones I get wit ’cause I’m down respect trip | |
| Nigga, I’m bigger than you. So what’cha wanna do? | |
| Didn’t know we had a 22 | |
| Straight sittin’ behind his back | |
| I’m grab his pockets & then I heard 6 caps | |
| I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands | |
| I didn’t understand | |
| How a nigga so young could bust a cap | |
| I use to be the same way back | |
| I guess that’s what I get "For what?" | |
| For tryin’ to jack them little homies for they bread. | |
| Me learn many things of | |
| What me see from the streets | |
| The outcome of what I come to be. | |
| Lil’ Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin’ in the ghetto streets. | |
| What’cha gonna do when you grow up? | |
| & have to face responsibility. | |
| Verse 3: Snoop Dogg | |
| Something for the real OG’s to get wit | |
| Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run & play | |
| Like every single day, really doe | |
| You know me, I’m the smooth macadamien, gamin’ them for my homey | |
| No need to be uncalm if you pack right | |
| & learnin’ just enough to keep your sack right | |
| Late nights, I wonder what they gettin’ fo’ | |
| Early morning on the corners. What they hittin’ fo’? | |
| 7 young G’s but they serve down | |
| In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now | |
| Not thinkin’ about what’s really goin’ on | |
| Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone | |
| I spent 4 years in the county wit nuttin’ but convicts around me | |
| But now I’m back at the pound | |
| & we expose ways for the youth to survive | |
| Some think it’s wrong but we tend to think it’s right | |
| So make all them ends you can make | |
| ’Cause when your broke, you break, check it out | |
| So ain’t no need for your mama to trip | |
| ’Cause you’s a hustlin’ ass youngsta, clocking your grip. | |
| & now me life as you can see | |
| Still an OG for life | |
| & always remain to be. | |
| Lil’ Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin’ in the ghetto streets. | |
| What’cha gonna do when you grow up? | |
| & have to face responsibility. |
| So, all of you africans, all of you africans that wanna do things | |
| That' s workin' for other people, y' all need to open your own business | |
| Save your money, quit payin' muthafuckers with jheri curls | |
| Quit payin' muthafuckers with perms. | |
| Save your money, start your own business | |
| you true africans, will have put hundreds to work | |
| This is our future right here, this our future right here. | |
| Hey, I' m a tell you right now, if... if... if I have to die today | |
| For this little african right here to have a future | |
| I' m a dead muthafucker. | |
| Verse 1: Snoop Dogg | |
| Wake up, jumped out my bed | |
| Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homey Lil' 1 2 Dead | |
| Murder was the case that they gave me | |
| Dear God, I wonder can you save me | |
| I' m only 18, so I' m a young buck | |
| It' s a ride, if I don' t scrap, I' m gettin' stuck | |
| But that' s the life of a G, I guess | |
| Ese' s way deep, shanked 2 in they chest | |
| Bests run ' cause brothers is droppin' quicker | |
| Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga | |
| Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs | |
| Gettin' a rep as a young hog | |
| It ain' t nuttin' like the street life | |
| Betta be strapped wit yo clip ' cause ain' t no fist fight | |
| So I guess I gots to handle mine | |
| Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time. | |
| Them say me grow up to be nuttin' | |
| Look at me now. What do you see? | |
| I am what I am it' s only me. | |
| Lil' Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin' in the ghetto streets | |
| What' cha gonna do when you grow up | |
| have to face responsibility. | |
| Verse 2: Dr. Dre | |
| Now, I' m ' trollin' the dove, sittin' on swoll | |
| 27 years old, off on parole, stroll | |
| I' m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money | |
| That I' m makin' as soon as I touch the street | |
| Things done changed but it' s alright | |
| Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right | |
| But it ain' t no thing to me | |
| ' Cause now I' m what they call a ' loc' d assed O. G. | |
| The little homies from the hood wit grip | |
| Are the ones I get wit ' cause I' m down respect trip | |
| Nigga, I' m bigger than you. So what' cha wanna do? | |
| Didn' t know we had a 22 | |
| Straight sittin' behind his back | |
| I' m grab his pockets then I heard 6 caps | |
| I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands | |
| I didn' t understand | |
| How a nigga so young could bust a cap | |
| I use to be the same way back | |
| I guess that' s what I get " For what?" | |
| For tryin' to jack them little homies for they bread. | |
| Me learn many things of | |
| What me see from the streets | |
| The outcome of what I come to be. | |
| Lil' Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin' in the ghetto streets. | |
| What' cha gonna do when you grow up? | |
| have to face responsibility. | |
| Verse 3: Snoop Dogg | |
| Something for the real OG' s to get wit | |
| Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run play | |
| Like every single day, really doe | |
| You know me, I' m the smooth macadamien, gamin' them for my homey | |
| No need to be uncalm if you pack right | |
| learnin' just enough to keep your sack right | |
| Late nights, I wonder what they gettin' fo' | |
| Early morning on the corners. What they hittin' fo'? | |
| 7 young G' s but they serve down | |
| In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now | |
| Not thinkin' about what' s really goin' on | |
| Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone | |
| I spent 4 years in the county wit nuttin' but convicts around me | |
| But now I' m back at the pound | |
| we expose ways for the youth to survive | |
| Some think it' s wrong but we tend to think it' s right | |
| So make all them ends you can make | |
| ' Cause when your broke, you break, check it out | |
| So ain' t no need for your mama to trip | |
| ' Cause you' s a hustlin' ass youngsta, clocking your grip. | |
| now me life as you can see | |
| Still an OG for life | |
| always remain to be. | |
| Lil' Ghetto Boy | |
| Playin' in the ghetto streets. | |
| What' cha gonna do when you grow up? | |
| have to face responsibility. |