em off in the brain Kid talks but its lame Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane Spent a lot of dough, its so hard to explain And i fucked a lot
it's them! Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your
it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew And
checks they better cash Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your
deserve a chance Imma bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas A young handsome mothafucka I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em And who you with and what's your
look ma no hands And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm with Roscoe I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas
1: {DJ Whoo Kid}] See I can make a horror movie with this warship movie (YEAH!) [automatic gunshots] Or spray my name on the door of your fuckin' hoop
my DJ too Yeah hes gonna be the first DJ with a Bentley Its fucked up Ya'll niggas ain't got no money Ya'll need to get down with us Ya know what I'm
she want me to stink I don't give a fuck I'm filled with curse words (come on) fuck all your Radio gigs and nerds and fuck the (hey) my black ass still
with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with
fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn
to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature
cut grass Eminem: 'cause We done swam with the sharks Wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap To
sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your
is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from Nick & Tony's But don't nobody want your jewels 'cause your shit is phony Say word? Your shit is real? Damn, your