Where We Started - Bizarre/Eminem

Composed by：Robin For Pennies

Yeah huh

Hip hop hip hop hip hop

Turn my mic up a little bit

Hip hop

Hit some of this Cali guido

Hip hop

Listen to some ************ hip hop haha

Everybody got a lil' story they gotta tell

N***as ain't heard my **** hahaha

The life of Bizarre what

Hip hop that's the way of life

If you think you're nice then go grab the mic

Let me tell you my story 'cause everybody got one

Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some

Always told myself that I would never be losin'

Man I ain't have no hood my mother was always movin'

From Detroit to Texas Texas to Detroit

Godd**n mama what's the point

So I would go in my room and pack my little bags

Jump in the truck with my step-dad

When I was ten years old I started to feel the hunger

Got a little older man the force got stronger

And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye

So we picked up and started a group

With some other guys this is hip hop

Man I won't stop

Yo Big Boi

Give me a beatbox

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

From the hip hop Shop to Maurice Malone

Ten years later I'm still in the zone

Seven Mile and Foyer where a star was born

United we stand divided we swore

And hell yeah I looked in my car

***** I was homeless I would've slept in a jar

And Dirty Management I wish y'all the best

But me and my n***as we had to do what's best

It was a mess all the taxes and accounts

Checks started to bounce n***as couldn't by an ounce

And now that we platinum they diss our name

Like we won't go the car and get them things

And beef sometimes you don't have a choice

To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce

To the Ja Rules Benzinos and the n***as in the club

To the E Dubbs and n***as that you ain't heard of

And man I don't know how to use a gun

But I'll learn quick if the ****** beef come

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Yeah yeah

Man I thought this was supposed to be hip hop hip hop

I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops flip flops

Or 'cross over to country like Kid Rock did I

Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar

Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger

When I was younger I was so eager

To have a gun I would do the same

Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range

Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryna let loose some steam

************ laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim

So I pulled the ****** target closer

And just shoot the thing

I used to have this theory

Keep three bullets in the gun

It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan

For each bullet if you got no C C W license

I tried to apply for one

They said it take five six months

What the **** am I supposed to do mean time

When rivals come

Hide that son of a ***** in the glove box

Or inside the trunk

Now back to what my three bullet theory was

I'm triple-platinum

I ain't tryna catch no murder one

Figured I'd shoot to wound

Probably miss with at least one

But them other two gon' **** his shoulder

And his kneecap up

And I'ma say for self-defense

How come I had the gun

Was because I was at the range on my way back from

This dude approached me on some ********

I'll get a year for each bullet at the most as opposed

To havin' a full clip in that

That was my idiotic logic it was basically for safety

But it gave me power and it made me crazy

And psychotic I just got retarded once I got it

Thank God it was empty the night I got caught with it

What the **** man I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip hop hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop