Lyrics:
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold
on
Break your heart
Step on it till you fall apart
But I’m lost in the dream
Thinking bout you and me
“I get so jealous lately”
If I could just
Walk away
Say
all expected, things are for the looking
If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Still got
Games
Suckers with no game
hate to see a young g stack a mil man
[Silkk]
niggaz play hoe and get fucked
if hoes want to play niggaz hoes will get
Write my own raps, I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Oh
If you could, you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do
know why?
'Cause it's spoken by the brother, whose name is spelt
The "I" the C-E-T., cold chillin', rhyme villain on the M-I-C
With raps roarin',
Jackson’s son over a balcony
How can he come up with this vivid rap
I don’t dibble dabble
I only sip whiskey sour
Hour go by like minutes
Wondering when I’ll
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
you have a bunch of odds and ends
And get rid of all but one
Is it an odd or an end?
If the teacher taught
Why isn't it true that a preacher praught?
If
I pawned my watch, pawned my chain
Pawned my diamond ring
If that don't settle my drunken spree
I'll never get drunk again
It was late last night
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
cube? " and then break
Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear
Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here
* cut n
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
Mo' Money, Mo' Power, Mo' Jealous Eyez,
Win or lose either way, that's the way of life,
watch your circle and your back, cus shit get real outside,
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells
surprise, youse dumped on by some ki's on the rise
Shot yo' ass when I'm pulled out the chrome
I was puttin' niggas in the pavin' before this rap shit
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
to know you, and be the reason you smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get down
When times get tough, tell me that I'm special
Not rap, I
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in
The box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when
I come through in the V
You rap niggas
Murda on tha beat, that's not nice
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye
Intelligence told me to "cut him some slack"
Before his brain gets attacked by my rap, fact, facts, ugh
Rap to Rap, I never slack up, nah
I motivate my stack
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