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Eminem - You can't control who likes you. If I got...

You can't control who likes you. If I got Backstreet Boy fans what am I supposed to do Turn them away Whoever likes my stuff, likes my stuff but just know Slim Shady is hip hop, I grew up on hip hop, it's the music I love and it's the music I respect. I respect the culture...that's me. (Eminem)

You can't control who likes you. If I got Backstreet Boy fans what am I supposed to do Turn them away Whoever likes my stuff, likes my stuff but just know Slim Shady is hip hop, I grew up on hip hop, it's the music I love and it's the music I respect. I respect the culture...that's me.

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