Where's the sense in trying to do what you think is best? when people spit in your face it really puts you to the test nothing you do is good enough
there yet? ain't it funny how the rain keeps running down the windshield i'm still holding my doorkeys i should throw them in the backseat among the hard luck
come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) Chorus: Eminem Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky
more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull
joke and forced to switch you gotta change your tune or change your pitch Because life ain't easy man life's a bitch shit is harder than hard about as hard
Won't change the way we feel The pressure's fading now Can you bare the though of knowing truth? Knowing truth? I was rapping in the rain Hoping that my luck
: (Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue
God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) [Chorus: Eminem] Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to
cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver All he got to do is deliver the savior Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck My cup runneth
karma, call it luck Me, I just don't give a Chorus: Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard
I would be straight out of luck! I WANNA FUCK YOU HARD! I WANNA FEEL YOU DEEP! I WANNA ROCK YOUR BODY! I WANNA TASTE YOUR SWEET ;p I WANNA FUCK YOU HARD
the "FUCK" with "THANK YOU" Talk your trash You make me laugh We have the thing You wish you had Let it sink in Here We are back again Harder faster
m straight out of luck I wanna fuck you hard! I wanna feel you deep! I wanna rock your body! I wanna taste your sweet! I wanna fuck you hard! I wanna
get caught slippin' I'm sippin' on this bottle Smashin' on the throttle When I catch you out of luck It's like a motherfuckin' lotto Like Desperado,
off in the hood Knowing each and every nigger sellin', but can you blame the fact the only way a brother can survive the game the block hard to get by
