still at college You send him letters which he doesn't acknowledge 'Cause he don't care, they don't care 'Cause they're all going through their own private hell
and ain't nobody Trying to lend a hand to a bitch My baby asking why his daddy don't love him Yet, I swear to god it's like a bullet going through my
all my homies You know about you, you know I'm a star When I rap too good I might take it too far Had the whole damn crowd going wild 'Cause I don't
All my parters say "$hort what's up? " See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt I don't answer, I start laughing Nothing going on but the oaktown
s coming back for more You and I Been through this too many times You and I See never clear, come to mind Going round and round Cuz you can't get on your feet Going
bread cause we in here tossing cheese used to be broke as hell so I had to drop the streets till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
out (Skank out) Sank out (Skank out) And jump about See-Saw margerie door Guess who sneaked in through the back door? Born with a hacksaw through a
't dropped that forty, All chicks see my on the street stop and call me, Want me to get my willy out so they can toss it for me, Got them going topless
to rock the friction I want it all and if it's led through you You better find a place to hide 'cuz I'll tread through you I'm gonna get mine so you
around, paranoid devoid the funk banner In the combat, the banana leaf control A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold You going crazy, can't understand
I'm stuck in jail, mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail If it wasn't for the snitch, runnin' wild through the streets Like I'm loco and fuck the punk police
can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps Everyday in the streets
shot) you got that light noise see ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy that been through the realest and the pros street ?? just
'm through with it Then I send it right back to you with it (How high) Whats love got to do, go to do with it I get a little taste then I'm through
, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republican You don't catch hell because
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is