I can see it in your eyes Heart is beating faster Caught you by surprise I'll make you recover Break the spell you're under Bring you back, bring you back
soulja, till the heavens call me I go all out, and if you real, you real Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit
on me cause they phony But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your
half tha block to bring them back tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you
Still ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but
my distance so you would be free, I hope that you find the missing piece To bring you back to me. Why don?t you remember, don?t you remember? The reason you
move 'til you on my payroll! [Chorus] [Stat Quo] Yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh! I love when you do it girl move to it like you're used to it Drop it down
cowards Back door pussies stretchin them undeserved dollars I know you want a taste, I'm a bring it to your face Bring it to your face, say it to your
odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Who's the killa, me or you? (We forgive you, for you know not
t no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth You plot me cause you watch me, watch
you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
IN THE RING IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN
fit into your dream Of perfect order and everything still I won't fit in I'll bring my chaos along Taking you further Teaching you havoc Taunting the birds To bring you
and roll attitude's back ?It's competition, man, we wanna break big.? Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the '70's are back. Cock-
s up Obie went plat He back with another classic 50 went Diamond Smashed twice bastards D-12 multi back to back Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap Stat
When I went to his crib he called police up Now you on your way to being pimp paplega For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us' Shady
s just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to
