Lyrics:
don't get her back,
I swear this old shotgun will.
Standing down by the landing,
Big old board on the door,
Standing down by the landing,
Big old
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
But I'm sending you your little band of gold.
We laid him down in silence, t'was so hard to leave him there.
Our hearts were heavy as we walked
Well I'm up there beside the magic man
And he laid some tricks for me
He said you do need help my friend
I whispered, obviously
He laid
that was so mean
I threw it in my name
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down in the jail house ground
With an iron chain
you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Yo, ayo I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you
Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise
dial you on my cell phone
The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
Feel the need for your presence
down upon that street
And gone like a midnight was that man
But I see his six strings laid against that wall
And all his things, they all look so
Fred Durst had the bent cap
And Em was in his Slim act
I would cop a ten sack
Do a rap battle get my ten back
Niggas throwing shots but
Im Keanu Reeves
a slingshot on Mars
But I'm here by the road
Bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who
daughter, you know just laid back, just chillin'
You know I'm saying? Living all my niggas is living, where I think I be? Ten years
I don't think I will see
too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis
He
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
Yeah, well, I like to see some
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
[Altogether]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X)
[Hittman]
Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin'
witness
See I just wanna sip my drink laid back and look at you
'Cause i'm so turned on by your presence girl that
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
Is throw
witness
See I just wanna sip my drink laid back and look at you
'Cause I'm so turned on by your presence girl that
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
Is throw
sorry chump check mate
I'm in the room to do my thing
You wanna battle lets go just get your butt in the ring
10 seconds and its over I yell out who's
ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
Tina got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
flows
That don't even make sense, like dykes usin' dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's
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