Lyrics:
place the same week as passover
And he think this time imma let him passover
Nahhh ill pull up pull yo ass over
My hangover already got a hang over
My
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
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
energies become
Associated with the higher levels of perceptible phenomenon, and these new
Forms are then instantly acted upon by the two minds previously
never been
I dried my tears, I finna start it with the slate cleaned but
Morale was sinkin' but you know I got the best team
Already winners!
Already got
pimp
It's money over bitches, keep chasin' that grip
Can't fall, don't slip, keep stickin' to the script
If I roll over, stroll, keep heat on my hip
Got
That's all - I didn't expect
A kind of Spanish Inquisition
Enters, flanked by two junior cardinals
Cardinal Biggleshas goggles pushed
Over his forehead
and gun smoke and
Gun choke and - get
Raise by the rats roaches
Real youngin' over growin'
Afraid they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man ten
Messing
The two-step it drug like a ball and chain
While the band was playing something like moon river or somewhere over the rainbow
And I was chasing
sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm
These are the things that I think
When I've had two bottles of
Red wine to drink
And I hope another dream don't
Have to fall short just lounging in my
something
I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes
I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes
I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes
This is the sound of a Yoda
Bitch, we gon' spin till it's over
You ever cross me, I'm fuckin' you over
Niggas gon' die by the hands of my soldiers
I get
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
guessing my every move, my life just like a riddle
Damn I put red lean in my Sprite, I was fifteen
Already playing with my life, just glad I turned out
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
chase the money
I already hit it
I could never stress it
Everything that’s coming gone look like a blessing
Red face surrounded by diamonds, spaghetti
I
It's been two weeks
And every single day, I've been bursting at the seams
Waiting for something, or someone, to tell me
What is right
It feels like
already done
Or that's what I thought
Ain't sure anymore
My nightmares are taking
All over control
And you really even think
You can change my mind
a corny nigga still tripping over brauds
Two twin glocks call them Kaden and Jai green light
I wanna pop my shit I don't wanna pop no P's
But still get
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
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