That’s All She Wrote

That’s All She Wrote - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

T.I. ：

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothin' new I seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

I said it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

It's stupid how I go in

Knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm sewin' up the game

Destroyin' like they hate me for it

Eventually see they can't beat and then with me they join

Others sworn under oath or banished left completely scorned

You tell lies get cut n**ga kick rocks

You never did blend in with the big shots

On the fast track ain't no need for no pit stops

I just laugh at n**ga wishin' they were this hot

Guess they mad at me huh really pissed off

Better that than pissed on

I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones

Catch me in the end zone high-steppin' Prime Time

Thought you n**gas been known ain't no blockin' my shine

Like my new Air Yeezys you can see me in the nighttime

I get rich off livin' life you check to check recitin' rhymes

So call me what you want wanna hate

Have a nice time

While I get stupid paper hey my dough ain't in its right mind

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothin' new I seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

TIP told me on this ho tip

Best tip I could give you to hip you

Is never to let these tricks trick you

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut sh*t

Dig you ho

Take a shovel and dig you some dignity b**ch

Sh*t you talk about some advice that sticks with you

If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns

Like double stick it's you but f**k 'em TIP it's cool

I'm chillin' like a villain

Like the penguin in its f**kin' igloo eating fudgesicles

I'd rather slip and fall in sh*t than fall in love with you

Before I tie the f**kin' knot I'd tie you in one b**ch

You think this is some Nintendo game how f**kin' dumb is you

I'll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you

So here's a penny for your thoughts

But it won't buy you a cheeseburger

But a nickel might just get you one pickle

F**k it it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue

There's a bombshell Scud missile

Like I just cuss at you to f**kin' cuss at you

Like before I rapped I was a motherf**kin' stud slut this'll

Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way for shizzle

I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub bizzle

So f**k Sizzler tcheckers are bust like a blood blister

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b**ches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

The credit roll the curtain close the movie over with

But don't get mad at me go blame the chick who wrote this sh*t

Yeah life is sure a b**ch but she know I'm rich

That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick

Here I go again I kick this sh*t

Give a damn got it pourin' in

Pesos Euros Yen ah-ha I'm paid never gon' be broke again

See me posted in anything wearin' any chain

Never gon' see me totin' anything all you gon' see is bang

It's so nice where I kick it hate you never get to visit

Yeah I'm on another level but you n**gas still can get it

It's all over 'fore you finish–sorry bro this where we end it

Won't give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business

Yeah I guess life is a b**ch ain't it TIP

And each one thinks they the sh*t

Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I'm givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine

Let 'em get a good taste of it

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now

But in case you didn't

I'll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes

To your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it

So I pace this sh*t a little bit quicker that clock I'm racin' it

Double timin' it but I still spit triple the amount of insults

In a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks

To catch on while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe S on it dog

And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong

But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot

For the best hot dogs you can get the F on dawg

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b**ches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

I said it's over and that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

Yeah goodnight it's over

And that's all she wrote