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Ya Boy Hang Ya Self

so get yo mind right And wind up nigga ya givin' her all yo time and money Bitch is gonna leave ya now fela's don't play ya self Like a trick 'cause ya

Put my chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantaloupe I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dogs, boy I can slang 'em Rat-

tha nigga, they drop ya Grab my pump, pump, cock the glock, shot ya By thaegang we let off go bullet ranges For the same we comin' 2 serve ya Chorus

lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw

our lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw

Eminem - Verse 1] Got my self esteem back, got my confidence up I?ma step up on the stage now, I?m gonna strut And walk around with my pants hanging over

, behind the trigga I needed loot so, I had to rob ya The fake steel 'cause ya, a coward to me I'd rather pop ya, before ya do me Ya high cappin' friend

more Then I told that fucking boy Shouldn't have ran his mouth about of the motherfucking Prophet Boys 'Cause the Prophet Boys be hypnotizing all of ya

every man for they self in that pen So if ya all in nigga, ya all in For help, ain't there nigga, ain't no callin' So if ya got a chance run when ya