Lyrics:
think he must've brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growing so fast
That they don't even really fit
But man, you know, I still had
get at buddy he goin be in heat
Buddy sent the word to his mans told him jimmy plans
If He wanna get on bullshit then I'm the fucking man
Andre
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man
Hey Clef, he called me off the bench man
So now I bring the bars the Jimmy Henchman
Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Get your drink and speed
protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
that I feel
Me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one
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
to tackle some vets
Yes, now it's true indeed who is he (who's he) I got Diplomatic Immunity (uh)
What can y'all do to me (what)
I wasn't given a set, I
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
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
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
but win the war
cause he knows what he's fighting for
jimmy rowe ain’t worth your time
the tables will turn as time goes by
at 10 years old I hope
A little hole in the wall called 'Shoneys Truck Stop Diner""
We played 'Working Mans Blues'
and 'He stopped loving her today'
And 'Looking out this world
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
to people as his lyrical equal
Let me write a rhyme on his album and even produce a beat too
He ain't see-through, I can't see him frontin
He's not the type
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
Years ago in another life
I had a friend named Jimmy D
He could make me laugh until I cried
And he taught me how to see
He loved a man from the city
made him wanna die
The fullest of the bullies was
This one guy named Jimmy!
A trouble making popular kid
Who humiliated Chris every chance
He could get
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