Lyrics:
love you
Well this time she left her number but not another word
And then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
And this is what he heard
If
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
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
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
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
get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)
I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
on 2Pac's best songs
Followed by Biggie's best songs then I get
Ready to go into my next project
Laurence Fishburne told me once
That he didn't like 2Pac he
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
let it
What do you say
When a gentleman asks you to dance, you
Say yes
And then
Get on the dance floor
Even when it seems, we're goin' through
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
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