Lyrics:
Shady)
Hi, my name is (what?)
(Excuse me) My name is (who?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Can I have the attention of the class for one second?)
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
friends who may have dropped in
On my way home I'll stop by Miller's farm
Country living is the spice of life
It means so much to me
Country living is my
was dangerous, I would have tried to relieve my mental anguish years ago
By taking revenge on one of the many people who have severely wronged me
But I
White sugar don't touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my
sacrifices so i guess that i'm rolling the dice
had me the sauce so i added the spice
now i’m in your head something like lice
all by myself i be tuned in
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
'll blow ya mind by the time this shit said and done
I give you all the spice
Just outta spite
I just wanna go
Even just for a night
Know you wanna smoke
Wassup, baby-boo?
She wearing Navy-Blue (Aoi)
Twin-Flame, she made for me
Just know I'm made for you
Stick by my side
You're what I want
We're
Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby
Bitch I'm on
Demon mode
Pull up on me, I know that I see you froze
You could get
Peter rolled
If you touch me my
from a shottie POW!
[Baby Sham]
Niggas want to get me touched
(Naw they can't touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(Naw they can't cross you)
blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me
blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me
Yeah, yeah, run run run
Look at their faces, time is up
Deadly flows, 9-1-1
Bars on fire, Midas touch
Yeah I'm feastin', leave no crumbs
Claimin' it
want me to touch on the beat
Very discrete
Pen to the sheet
This is how I do
C Z motherfucker I ain't got no crew
Straight from Trini I ain't got no flu
life to stop now
Did some much dirt it feel like i cannot go down
Money wrong got us aiming them things at you pow
Watch this an don't touch the damn
Shoutouts to them OG's they ma bloodlines
The ones that stood by me tru ma though times
They where constant
Showing me love they never even show the stop
ting too
African waist I de no waste you
She gon' make me lose my mind-o
She my shuga, she my spice-o
She be my everything nice-o
She go shake 'am she
and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Repping
everything I touch
Is it a scandal if you try?
No, no, no, no
I realized that all I needed has been right here by my side
All this time (come on, come
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
about
The trouble with girls is their so dang pretty
Everything about 'em does something to me
But I guess that's the way it's supposed to be
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
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