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
on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl If ya don't have a game, then .. leave our world
like two-thirds of the time we climb up to the roof, word Devil beat's still alive You can't park your car anywhere, for them rims they'll steal your ride Your
for revenge The real shit, never had to pretend Shatter your shins, nigga go and gather your ends Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins It
connected But not in categories cuz that's the devil's story symbols of cannibalism ruin your vision and thoughts formulate in your mind with no precision
't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game
first thing that impress me kid Oh yes you did and I ain't even tryna choke your chain or pull your leg And I ain't even tryna fuck with your head and
, deadily my sons regret me Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me I'm from where it get down, machete your mother Snatch your brother, scrap
As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.! [Nate Dogg] I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my
no Kotex Broke necks Mind checks Seranaded with these beats How deep? About a hundred and fifty-two feet Don't sleep 'Cause the boogyman will steal your
bet me that your pussy ain't ready I'm on track on my back, the monkey ain't heavy Rock on with the mic gangsta beat rock steady If music should die
?t play their game, play your game.. Know what I?m sayin?? fuck the industry That?s what I say [daddy x] You got to flee, you got this industry scratchin? your
I'm sicca than period pads drippin' All over your hands gettin' The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice Dead or alive, smothered and fried The way you better uncover your
, 'cause I gotta come true Ain't go no gun. But I got my crew Didn't come fo' no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice
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
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