: You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue sky
You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
't gon happen nigga hiphop done went soft a millon dollars every time I slap a nigga you niggas know take it from a OG no more fuck you back to sayin
of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck
and ride, hahaha ni**az gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real s**t! As the world turns.. ni**az die for How many you ni**az
don't even know how to rap Niggaz that go to every fight and shit like that And don't trip nigga, we ain't got no beef (uh-uh) And no beliefs in nothin
better expect retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the
world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (Noreaga Speaking) When you sign to a record label You don't know you sign your life over And these whiteboys don't
like you when I'm holdin heat You don't want to think about re-percussions Cause you don't give a fuck about who you rushin So what you gonna do when
it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] [Eminem] You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (Noreaga Speaking) When you sign to a record label You don't know you sign your life over And these Witheboys don't
field of memory Don't become those you fear; don't kill what you've been When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you
Nobody cares Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you Nobody cares That's why you gotta cut