Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin
just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
EV''RYTHING PASS YOU BY, YOU'RE ONLY HERE ONCE
AND I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN MOST OF YOU."
SO STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO BUY THIS ALBUM,
SO I CAN PLANT ROSES
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
murdered on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
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