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Happy just to be alive' watching all your people run Would you imagine growin' up to sell your 50 million records world wide or fuckin' on somebodies son
the South Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family My boys like to pull them blammies,
when she gets a chance ta. Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers. Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree. 33 recovering from
million records worldwide Or fuckin' off somebody's son Imagine if these niggaz never saw a color Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggaz kill
when she gets a chance ta. Left her husband, alone to raise they son he's in pampers. Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree. 33 recoverin'
somethin'?... Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry Livin' ain't cheap, my survival
Daddy what are you doing? Okay then! Everybody listen up! I'm goin' to hell! Who's comin' with me? Somebody please help him! I think my dad's gone
before I'd ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by f***in' lightning twice at once And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son And walk
Everybody, listen up! Eminem: I'm goin' to hell, who's comin' with me? Hailie: (innocently) Somebody, please help him! *giggle* I think my dad gone
Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat Thinking I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head Sit
(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before
'round with mirrors on the tops of my shoes/ So, don't get lazy, ma - I can tell if it's bushy/ Now, Peeping Tom's a pussy, no need to hide or be pushy/
and start to take a bunch of pictures With shy fans who get dragged up by they brothers and sisters What’s up girl I’m with you, kiss up on her cheek She
seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin' 'Long the side of me I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy Got a big-titty girly by