Ya’ll know me still the same number 3,
But I been low key
Hated on by most these players
With no game, no deals and no rings, no skills and no teams
No votes for NBA Finals MVP
Mad at me cause
The Heat can afford to pay for a big three.
Got a crib on the water with a court in the back
So I can add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya’ll think I’m running down my broke knees
Spo Please
You better lace up those Nike’s
Who you think brought you the big three?
Who you think brought back UD?
All Me, LBJ and CB, drawin’ mad D-O-uble teams,
And on a team that’s about to win a three-peat
Docs putting ice on my swole knees,
and now everyone says I’m too old
But when no one else is feelin’ that bold,
Who’s the ball going to, it’s me, 3
Ya’ll better listen up closely
All you players that said that my legs are shot
Or that I flop
ya’ll are the reason that Wade ain’t been getting no sleep
Good luck ya’ll all of ya’ll
Don’t just tweet me, show me,
Ya’ll are gonna keep raggin’ on me
And turn me back to the old me
[chorus x2 - Eminem:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And all the critics act like they forgot about Wade
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody who hates
Or anybody trying bring a dribble your way
Resolve it all by dunking right in their face,
Just study a tape of Wade’s NBA
One play on a breakaway
After a take-away
I saw a guy who was running my way
And I left him shook with a eurostep, with no dignity left
I don’t really care if I’m young or not
I’m harder than you tryna block my shot
When I pump it up, get bumped and one
plus two, thanks for the foul shot
Cross you and leave you with broken legs try to walk it off
meanwhile I’ll just make the shot
And you can get your ankles taped by the triple A’s team of docs
And when the Bulls come through
Me and Bron just look and can’t help but laugh
With a team full of chumps and D-Rose on the bench
They’re just no match
We’re gonna go beat the Pacer’s too,
It may take 7 games, but that’s old news,
And I’m still mobile enough
To take George and Hibbert in a one on two.
[Record scratch]
Dwyane Wade-y, hotter than a beach in Miami,
Runnin’ with King James throwin’ lobs way up
Til the lead goes up to the mid 80′s
Laugh at Pierce and KG
Sorry Doc but you ain’t crazy
There is no way that you can beat me,
It’s OK coach the Clips, maybe.
[chorus x2]
[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You d-leagers would stop coming up to me
With your hand out tryin’a steal from me,
Like you want something free
But you know that you ain’t gonna get it from number 3
But now that the Heat’s 3’s company,
Everybody wanna come at me, like I’ve got bad knees
But you won’t take my rings from me
Cause I’m on the streets of Miami
I told em all
All them little rooks’
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna say my name sayin I’m lame
Like I ain’t got game
What you think I forgot to ball
Cause I take days off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin’ Wade fell off
What, cause I been in rehab and I’m wearing knee pads
It’s not like my damn leg fell off
I won’t take a seat This is the year that the Heat Three-peat
It doesn’t matter what happens after that
So give us one more ring, me Bosh and the King
And you can eat your hat
So where all them Heat haters at
They’re all hiding like a bunch of rats
And I’m a savage cat
Bitin’ off heads Dwayne Wade’s not dead,
Your gonna have to live with that
[Chorus x3]
, I expect the Spurs' to win tonight but I hope OKC does..
