Lucky You chords by Eminem

Chords with lyrics

INTRO: BbmBbm F#F# F minorFm

BRIDGE:

Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
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I don't take back what I say,
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If I said it then I meant it
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All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon

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Fuck the system, I'm that nigga,
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Bend the law, cut the rules
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I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
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Y'all been eatin' long enough,
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It's my turn to cut the food
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Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
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Fuck you too, woo!

CHORUS:
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Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
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Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
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Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
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Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

VERSE:
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Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
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Turn my back on you, all of you finished
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Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
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Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
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Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
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These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
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Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
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You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'

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I'm actually buzzin' this time
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Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
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I do not fuck with you guys
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If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
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I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
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Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
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Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
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My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies

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I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
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They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)
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I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (woo)
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Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (rah)

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You play your cards, I reverse on you all

And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup)
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C?llate boca mejor, maric?n, little puto,

And all of you culo
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They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
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Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
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Shit get relevant until the beef die down
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In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
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I've been alone and I never needed nobody
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Just only me and my shawty,

I'll tell these niggas to lie down
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Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
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I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

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I said ain't no love for the other side
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Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
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When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog
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Who never lost hope
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You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

Nigga, wrong way, wrong road
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Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
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I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower

CHORUS:
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I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
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This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
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I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
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Wasn't in it for the trophies,

Just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference?
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I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
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Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
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I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
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I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
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Fuck you think? (woo!)

VERSE:
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I got a couple of mansions
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Still I don't have any manners
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You got a couple of ghost writers
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But to these kids it don't actually matter
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They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
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I said, "I don't have any answers."
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'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
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It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

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And actually comin' from humble beginnings
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I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
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I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!"
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We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
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But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
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The inability to pin humility
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Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of

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Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em!
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Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
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Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
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Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
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About the ones that were here before you to make raps
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Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
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ADATs, where the G+G Rap's and Kane's at?

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We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
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'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
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All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

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I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
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But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
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That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that
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But I think it's inevitable
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They know what button to press or what lever to pull
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To get me to snap though (lil bitch)
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And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger

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But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (get it?)
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On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
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Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
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I'm asleep at the wheel again
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As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
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Of another beat I'ma kill again
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'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
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Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
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It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
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And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

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Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
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You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
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I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
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Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator
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Motherfucker know I got a right to be this way
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I got spite inside my DNA
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But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,
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I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

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It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
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Like California wishin' rain would pour in that drought
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Y'all have been prayin' for
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My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
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Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
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That they say as a writer might've fell off
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I'm back on that bull like the cowboys


CHORUS:
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So y'all gotta move (yeah),
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Y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move
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Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
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Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
F#F#               FF
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice