Download the album for free: http://filesyncer.net/DrDre20011999 Dr. Dre - What's the Difference (feat. Eminem & Xzibit) 2001 is the second studio album by American rapper and producer Dr. Dre. It was released on November 16, 1999, by Interscope Records as the follow-up to his 1992 debut album The Chronic. The record was produced primarily by Dr. Dre and Mel-Man, as well as Lord Finesse, and features several guest contributions from fellow American rappers such as The D.O.C., Hittman, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Eminem. 2001 exhibits an expansion on his debut's G-funk sound and contains gangsta rap themes such as violence, promiscuity, drug use, street gangs, and crime. Text Source: https://goo.gl/qiOzcg Visit Us on Facebook: http://goo.gl/R2tdnl Lyrics: [Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man] [Intro: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? What's the difference between me and you? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Back when Cube was rollin' with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business But sometimes the business end of this shit Can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you 'Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, I'm still with you Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you And that's just being real with you You see the truth is, everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is, and who I'm still cool with Then I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with Claimin' that they non-violent, talkin' like they {voice sample} Spit venom in interviews, speakin' on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then, I ain't even speakin' your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth And we can keep it the same, nigga It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference! [Hook: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one But you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one But you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yo, I stay with it, while you try to perpetrate and play with it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it I stay committed while you motherfuckers babysitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid Never come down, pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? About five bank accounts, three ounces, and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath 'til ain't none left Yo, that's the difference! [Hook: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one But you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one But you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' [Verse 3: Eminem + Dr. Dre] Aight, hold up, hold up! Stop the beat a minute! I got somethin' to say, Dre, I wanna tell you this shit Right now while this fuckin' weed is in me (What the fuck?) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you, dawg I got your motherfuckin' back (Right?) just know this shit Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga, let's blow this bitch! I mean it, dawg, you ever need somebody offed Whose throat is it? Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch I'll show you where the ocean is Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner At the police station and drive off honkin' the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off, drop the sawed off And beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up In they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water ...