rollin' with? Who the ultimate? Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick I roll with, ghetto
crazy bangin' system Laid back reclinin' with his arm up out the window like ooh Every time he calls, I pick up When he doesn't I be quick to double
Fragile seems I opened up too quick and all my dreams Were woken up, I slowly lost my fire With every single man a river cried I had no sensation Completely
-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to say, "I'm sorry"
ride the commuter train West to Chicago To stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues My eyes seemed to follow you, like a hated addiction
raggamuffin', no bluffin', the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin' up static Greed means that you die quick
starin' like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted
want it Well baby, if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted
t lie I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters Cut for one another motherfuckin' color We quick
the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My jams make niggas get down Like barrels out of car windows Im a nut for Cheese and chuck T's Addicted
my dick, shit, I need 6 inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch Need I remind you that I don't need the fucking swine flu To be a sick pig, you're addicted
measure my dick shit I need 6 inches more Fuck my dicks big bitch Need I remind you that I dont need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig Youre addicted
Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick
name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to
main frame Developin so much hatred I feel like fuck all of y'all And for the slightest disrespect I would gladly touch all of y'all Dedicated to doing bad and addicted
ya We're the heaviest, you would never wanna Talk shit 'cause we come back to haunt ya Ayo, I'm kick ass thick as a brick you bitch ass Quick on the
that cuts clean, you cant hang an iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs im ill, especially when guts start to spill quick fix, addicted
I think I bought somethin' else That's why I live e'ry day (Day) Like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga about mines, J. Holiday Quick to make a movie '