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It ain’t hard to tell I got money
You can see it if you’re blind
You can see it when it shine
You see it then it’s mine
Always on my hustle, always

until we gone

Way back in the days when the hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his

My Dad's Gone Crazy

Eminem

Anger Management Tour

2005

not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with

friends wanna go, but she stayin'
(Yup, Sosa)
It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn‚ damn)
Heater in the back, get your ass steamed
(Bang, bang bang)
Pourin' up

The Stomp

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version [Deluxe Edition]

1995

a cigarette 
Straight up and down, I don't play around 
Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound 
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all 
Go by

And my dawgs always barking 
Wolf pack
Wild dudes that
Do snap 
On a track 
And my boy Dylahunn produce that 
Guess whose back
It's not slim shady But

or dead
I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD

I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
Always yelling

I've been told by adventurers
That there is a place on earth where my voice can be heard
They pointed me to the north
Where even the air tastes

all night long

Way back in the days when the
Hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his

noon

Got my finger on the trigger, quickest you ever saw
Now it's time to DRAW BANG, BANG
I've got my demons and my sorrows
Always runnin from

Early morning
I got Mona Lisa by my side
What's the story
Behind that devious smile?

Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo

She's

My daddy use to wake up at like three am to go to work
He owned his own business so i know you know I know it works
The grind baby talking bout

Shawty made me feel like the summertime
Feelin' like the summer's mine
Yeah, she don't know the nights
That a nigga went
To hang for a hundred grinds

up, murder all faker rappers

Grind Time rap gang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Hey, yeah, Grind Time rap gang
Grind Time rap

grinds, a hundred grinds
Yeah
She don't know the nights that a nigga been
Down for a hundred nights
Yeah, down for a hundred grinds
I been

Yeah
Ayy

Toast up, roll up
We outside bang bang ride with us
Yeah

Saw my homie switch
Lanes fuck that nigga up
Pain got us trippin all the time
Man

Confessions

Madonna

The Confessions Tour

2007

to the floor at some point
It's how you pick yourself up, that's the real challenge, isn't it?

I've always lived in my own world, I dance to escape my

relevantly old-fashioned
Like we (like we), like we always do it this time, homie
I go for my homie, I gots to shine, homie
All I do is grind, homie, all I

[Chorus]
We comin' to yo' town and then we takin' over
Hands up, but better yet you better hold up
Shorty says she wanna kick it with' a soldier
Bang

playin' with the bands, like Dido (Dido)
I don't smoke weed, indoor by my lonely, like a widow (widow)
Ice cubes, pour me some more (oh), she pop like

anyway, what can I say? 

Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay? 

So when you in LA, or nigga round my way 

Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

and the bad hoes
And the triple two and my city rocks
16 with like 16
Caps, caught with a little pot
Chiddy chiddy to the bang bang
You ain't gang gang,

friends they always stop by
Love will never last if it's built on lies,
Am Always on the what?, 
Yeah am always on the grind,
(always on the grind)
(always

for the ducats you dig
That's why I'm
Riding drop top sliding
Nigga outside man I'm always on my grind man yeah
I been drop top sliding
Nigga outside