Lyrics:
William Chapman
Jonathan Sanders Jeremy McDole
Corey Jones Bruce Kelley Jr
Jamar Clark Paul O’Neal
Korryn Gaines Sylville Smith
Keith Lamont Scott Alfred
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
beam him
Put his face in a box like he uStreaming
Labels I hear offers
Had Jay-Z going crazy in the office
Clark Kent endorsed it, Lenny S forced it
Hmm, let me go
To see my family
Please Father let me go
As my mother sleeps
Ooh (life)
I don't know about James Bond but 'round here nobody
fucking talk
Here I go
Mystikal
Here I come
Don't judge where we at
Look where niggas is from
For real...
Most my guys lost they lives at 18
Crazy thing
her eyes
Fr I couldn't do it, i shed me a tear
Can't tell my lil brother it's nuffin' to fear
They don't value our lives.. nah it's pretty clear
They
the rest of they life
I never lie
I rather die
Niggas will cross u and I don’t know why
All in your face they be acting polite
Then will stab u in the back
of hating each other
How could I be hated by my brother my own kind
Plus I'm getting hated by the others I don't know why
Maybe it's the skin that I wear
case of Stuart Narrowgate Clark, cause
He don’t love God, no more he only his loves art, now
If you really feeling it that strongly in your heart
And you
quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
your support don't mean you're buyin' me
I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
Made
youngies out here scheming finna rob you out your shoes
Don’t care about a case for my brothers imma shoot
Don’t care about a bitch if you don’t love me who
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
in her face in 3D
I know that's your home girl, but fuck it, on GP
And I don't like her brother, either, he probably put her up to it
Give me
trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case without no trace
The robber had a mask on, tryin' to get his
his actions
If I don't you hit you
Then I'm kicking in your address
Niggas only love you for the
Shit that you be flashing
Help you spend a bag, but
Who
don't know jack
The Giant and his crew are ill
We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill
My boys from New York (Is hard to kill)
The brothers
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
And Yahweh be my judge
Take my time we don’t get to think
Even nearly enough but
Be still and stop for a second
Selah
Glorify His presence
In the gathering
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