not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
re not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
profiling Yea I'm smiling with your bitch V.I.P. don't touch my shit Dade with me yea that's my click Shake them hataz watch me stop em all that want
it took 5 showers Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in
than Jay More scars on my face than the original Scarface Or the homeboy Scarface Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta' Deniro in Casino he no gangsta' Wanna be
ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my bedroom door Now do you love me mama? Why do they keep calling me
't touch it (I cross my heart and hope the streets will listen) (41st Side mother fucker) Give me an 8 Littles give me 8 nigga [Littles: Verse] Yo, yo
a critic Because I'm critically acclaimed motherfucker Around the World, I'm 1 of 1 There will never be another me I'm a perfectionist striving for perfection 50 Cent, fuck with me
for you and me to pass it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend
And never be scared of finding your way to Superman Should I call him on the telephone Should I go seem him or just stay at home will be different from the other boys
[Chorus] [Big B] Call me a secret weapon I think the war is on And when they ask em who is he It's 7th sign and bone Call me a secret weapon When
bitches Then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's Deep inside it's killing me But soon
sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me
with me as I take you through this nifty little place I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 2- Eminem] I roam the streets so much they call me a
me lies or tell me when Tear me up again I will let you know When I've had enough, Had enough of you I know you've got your reasons Hey lets call it
: Stop, na, na, na, you better save me Stop! Stop! Stop! You better save me yeah, Yeah! When we played tag in gradeschool, you wanted to be it. You
J] I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and calling me names And
you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
