Lyrics:
Hmm, let me go
To see my family
Please Father let me go
As my mother sleeps
Ooh (life)
I don't know about James Bond but 'round here nobody
appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Purple Hills
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
But the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
What's more important?
The money or the pain?
The message or the name?
The blessing or the blame?
What is the focus?
Things get crazy by the day
I've
ever asked why
We started having problems in August last year
So things have been kinda rough for quite awhile
And you know how you think it'll work
to understand me
What should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family
What else could I do?
By fifteen, many brothers had to run
I had mad dough, mad friends,
still pull off a New York walk by
Keep tryin' talk fly
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop die but we
at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem
These days can't believe what you hear on the street
That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat
That's
Thoughts in time and out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
(Hi,
Of all life's treasuries
One is most preciously
Kept in my heart
And that's the loyalty of friends
And family gathered 'round
And making joyous
You could have knocked me over when you walked in here tonight
I thought by now you'd be somebody's wife
It sure brings back some memories,
high as I can get it
Give me everything you got
I can move a mountain, solve a thorny problem
Lava's gonna flow so hot
Never worry 'bout tomorrow
[The Game]
Hey to Bust I think I got, the answer for all my problems
[Busta Rhymes]
What the fuck you talkin' about, nigga? Wha-What's that?
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you
I took the family balalaika
The strings would
wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck (woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
Pray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the door
DMC above like Jason falling to the floor
My mind can carry of a picture perfect
Of my Aunt Mary
and who is defending his title here right now in Bangkok, Thailand.
Let's get that Sergievsky family video lined up, okay?
We all want times in our
long
You by zero but struck with Kippel - Feil Syndrome
Eminem diagnosed you correctly
Prof., me, thinks, he must be a Doc.
Plain Eminem is raw as fuck
long
You by zero but struck with Kippel - Feil Syndrome
Eminem diagnosed you correctly
Prof., me, thinks, he must be a Doc.
Plain Eminem is raw as fuck
even know how we got that mixed up
Ain't none of that got anything to do with having being with no man
We have some serious relationship problems
You
you like meat
Then they grab you by your mind
We will infest, die like the rest
People are the problem today
[Chorus]
That's the problem, dear, with angry people
They try to go it alone
Digging in and making cranky feeble pleas
That other angries disown
Angry
A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life
Trying to break the mold of a broken family
Fight against your failure, and living on his knees
Guilty
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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