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a stiff arm
Ima cocky Lil nigga so they get how I drip on em
Drip, drip these niggas they copy the drip (The drip) no Gucci designer my fit
(The fit) you

Leave 'em shell-shocked (Shell-shocked)
Just know if I hear it's up
It's forever stuck (Phew)
Been passed the boss fight
You still trying to level up
Stan

People told me that I couldn't do it I was really caught up in the struggle
Now I'm smoovest inna DMV I showed em how I got it off the muscle
And all

the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice

Pocket full of money yeah you know a nigga hood rich
Hoodstar, been there, counted all that
Tell that boy official by the way he wear his ball cap

You showin' your ass crack out here, boy, you showin' off
Taught him how to get a bag out here, P, you showed 'em all
Keep playin', boy, that

The Kids

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP [Import Bonus CD]

2000

your dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids,

The Kids

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP [Australian Import Bonus CD]

2000

your dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids,

, fuck that... My boys go harder
Shouts out to Big Duke, Mingo & Lil Carter
That's some of the hardest niggas that I can tell you bout
The rest of my

with eddie or martin life
Naija girls loves swallow this shit really my life
Grab life by the balls is how she treats this
Fine boy in her life cause she

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got

On this broken road
Boy you fucked up
Why didn't you
Do what your told?
I'm broken
But I'm coasting 
By my lonesome
Chosen by nobody to succeed
I got that

Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my wrist got me blinded

I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white

sure that you bleeding
Wanna play me?
Baby, this the perfect season
I'm really spiced up, can't you tell by how you sneezing? (sneezing)
And you can

drink today
Walking in her section
Tell a shaughty you looking fresh
She respond with the Get Em dance

Get Em he flipping the script
I split the cash

a shuttle
He swear he the shit, I don't smell em
Fuck what you tell em
I hope he ain't come here to wrestle
I rock and roll with heavy metal
He gone need some

named Nicole
They call her boochie
didn't wanna shop nowhere but Gucci (but gucci)
And Burberry and Proda was her style (ok)
I'm tryin to tell yall that

named Nicole
They call her boochie
didn't wanna shop nowhere but Gucci (but gucci)
And Burberry and Proda was her style (ok)
I'm tryin to tell yall that

Bust at You

Scarface

Loyalty

2002

ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass

Real trap shit boy I got 2 phones 
Real boss shit boy I never stay home 
Real nigga shit boy swag cannot cloned 
I be mobbing by myself if you fake

surrounded by the same shit
I’m on a champagne sip
Got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the salve ship
Buffling the plague click
You know you

by any means
Gotta go sell that cream, on the block, gotta serve to them fiends
Niggas don't know what they doin', slimeball gotta sell 'em a dream

away
All I can do is live this life day by day
I'm chasin' all my dreams, but it's hard when people doubtin' me

Tell me that they got me but they