Celebrity (Remix)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete

I ain’t even home when they’re talking about me

Fuck out my ear if you talking about "free"

Nigga, free don't pay the bills

I'm ballin all-out, B

These rappers don't know me

Nah, I ain’t your homey

If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony

I like my wheel chromey

My Bentley, my Rolly

My Magnum, my phonie

South Jamaica shawty

These slugs I took in the gut, yo

The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow

Clear my mind and whipping the truck low

You’re looking for trouble

I pop death

You’re looking to a sun dawg

If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho

Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow

I'm back like crack over the drum roll

You know - wherever I go the gun go

[Chorus: Akon]

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your ass slide this time

While I get this paper

Cause I’m a celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ain't nothing changed nigga

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

The media will test ya, popularity is pressure

Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal

Wreck a booth up, I'm too tough

That inner-city grammar, step your jewels up

They bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera

Harsh reality's what pulls them

And holding them back from opening

Verbal attack all over these niggas

Push the herd to the back

I'm the kind that they prey on

Spending half of they day on

Lay on niggas for days, the shots spray on

My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac

6 4 jumping like the ground too hot

They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks

Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't here

Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor

Green guap galore, in and out of new hall

That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash

I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

[Chorus: Akon]

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your ass slide this time

While I get this paper

Cause I’m a celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ain't nothing changed nigga

[Verse 3: Eminem]

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar

And have it overflowing

So don't get me going: don't dare start

You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart

I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start

I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up

Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck

Tightly-wound as fuck

'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut

Fire Marshall down and up

I suggest you better shut the fuck up

And stop fucking around and duck!

I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood

So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant

Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck

And blow on your dick cock, is she up to screwing? Down to fuck?

It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut

With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled

Running through a house of mutts

In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up

And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!

And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player

My farts may have gotten staler ever since

I became a trailer park celebrity

Maybe my complexion became a little paler

Poster child for white trash

I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah

See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'ma rape her

All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler

So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up

I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press

But homie, I get the paper!

Fucking stupid