Well maybe I was a bit much for you But you have to admit at least I tried And you never cared no it was all the same to you If it's all the same to
my belt, like boxers Not to brag, but, if it add up, one two Nigga that's mad nuts, Game you mad nuts How you gonna call out all these Bitches knowin
thought it was over Aw that's just great The whole damn world is just as obsessed With who's the best dressed and who's having sex, Who's got the money
thought it was over Aw that?s just great The whole damn world is just as obsessed With who?s the best dressed and who?s having sex, Who?s got the money
to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cause it's Busta... (
done and till every record is sold And till every string is strung They tell me to take a breather and Drake everything will come Dog... it's always been the same It's all
) It's not about lyrics anymore, it's about a hot beat and a catchy hook [Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it Cause nowadays
phone! If it's the bill collector tell him I ain't home I ain't got a bankroll, you heard me singing the blues But if they really want it, I got I.O.U
bling, all the money they got All the ice they wear, and all the people they shot All the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive Only we rap about
know is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay
to listen to you It was some sort of crime. MARY DEE I needed someone to talk to But all I could find was myself. If you were the same man I married,
hear it You want it but you fear it, but you love it when you near it Sit her on the sofa get a little closer Touch it right, do it like a man's supposed
Z I'm Rosemary's baby [Chorus] [Eminem Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It's
surviving We can't ride together cause you ain't driving (Common: oh it's like that) Chorus [Common] (this, this, this really how I look at it check it
what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money, baby If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit To all you niggas runnin' 'round here Corny than a
songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched cause we don't know anymore, what are hits is it the beat, is it the rap is it a finger snap or the same
For you and you, for all y'all Pop quiz, how many topless black foxes Did I have under my belt like boxers? Not to brag but if it add up One, two, *** that's
