from the top of my lungs what's goin' on and I say hey... hey... I say hey, what's goin' on and I say hey... hey... I said hey, what's goin' on Oh, oooh
house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's
's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen
The Source and a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for Everybody's
Chorus [Eminem] Brain damage.. It's brain damage.. I got brain damage.. It's brain damage.. It's probably brain damage.. It's brain damage.. Brain damage
The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for Everybody's
: When will you open up your eyes By the time it's almost over you... Get up, get up, fight! Announcing the birth of the new world order as pronounced
the grills in yo mouth trippin up yo blouse,and pull that g-sting down south uuu OK shawty, 1's company, 2's a crowd, and 3's a party. A girl ain't with
energized it's live baby, and notch yo strip with fo-fives crazy drama get solved with fatal bye-bye's babay [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone] Drama's runnin up
how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison
see an altar in white Oh, what is it for? It must be a Ritual In glass jars, up on shelves I see liquid dark as Hell, there's one for every Puppet I
the zone Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home We're on the television, everyone's regularly stoned I flash back to a 70's song in a
Riding away on your little white horse Grow up settle down make payments on a home leave little messages on someone or another's phone if it's not too
So all the nerds who go to school that are like 'What the fuck was that?' Kill your best friend when he's hanging at your house chilling 'Nah man that's
FOLKS FORGOT WE WERE SLAVES UP INSIDE THIS BOX AMERICA GOT FOLKS BRAINS ON LOCK FORGET THE CONNECTS SOME WANNA BUY WHATS NEXT WEAR IT LIKE A SIGN UP
nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it Throw the gun up
Cause you sound whack and, fucked up with no class But I get deeper, stick a rhyme up in yo' ass Light up your inner skull, and burn up your rectum MC's