Kotex Broke necks How deep? Seranaded with these beats About a hundred and fifty-two feet 'Cause the boogyman will steal your soul Don't sleep And now your
still born vibe, till the villagers circled and determand "it is alive", shipped to bell view eyes fuzzy talking funny, like "eagle one to grey squirrel whats your
listen to the homies brag about they gun case they off taste, crank beat with more bass my court date, and i came in hella late the cross game, wear
Eat ya beats alive) When ya come to the lab (Eat ya beats alive) All about cash (Eat ya beats alive) Nigga, all about math (Eat ya beats alive) It ain
Gang and we bang knockin down your door What's the secrets of war I can't take no more Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours With these
And the swing of my things How they work like clockwork Tick tock tick tock Times aways lurking in your head Got to go to work and get fed That man didn't eat
And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to
his life Or how to stop a man when he beat his wife but if you turn Your back grab your gun we could ride tonight And ain't no game as I stroll on Nigga
don't want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get (no love) And I don't need you Get em [Verse 2 - Eminem] I'm alive again More alive than I have
a different way (that's right) I know my lawyers play the lies game It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name Nothin but +Ludacris+ answers The game backwards
feel you, They be starin at the money like it's unfamiliar, I get it, I live it, To me there's nothings realer, Just enough to solve your problems, Too
can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got
eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The
a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy) Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys Your best bet, recognize my style boy Cause I'll tap your back
to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
Then listen to the homies brag about they gun case They off taste, crank beat with more bass My court date, in I came in hella late No cross game, wear