Lyrics:
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
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
yell it out in every song
Err'y day, err'y night till I'm carried home
Forever known, big ballin', try it in the city
Then yelling out swish way
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
blue
Killers gotta eat too
Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through
Other fish in the sea but Barracudas ain't equal
To a half human predator
Ayy, ayy, honestly, I ain't know when my brother was comin' home
Just knew when he did, it was up and on
But shit, we back at it, since you been gone
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
Trying on clothes in the dressing
Room of Ralph Lauren
Ivo took off his slacks looking in the
3-way mirror he realized he was hard
Could it be
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into
down to the dark riverside
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
He made his home there by
thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
tongue like thermometer
I got the fever, I never took a breather
Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
Like Mike Vick chased by Peta
More Pony hairs,
to tell us how
Our ways unchanged for centuries do dismay
Concrete hearts
Wake emotions perfect for his confidence tricks
And though we may be human
but keepin' my head up
I'm kickin' and swingin' and prayin
Punchin' my way in and grabbin' the industry
by the the throats right at the weigh-in
So
the Greyhound.
It's a dog gone easy way to get you down.
Tired of watching this night go by
So I look across the aisle.
The window's frosted, I can't sleep
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike
got to be jealous fo'?
He ain't gon' make it nowhere
He ain't got no type of time
He has no career move, I mean
I come home every single day from
Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked
'cause I'm back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cause you're wack
Give a dog a bone so
"Ah", only a ruthless bastard would do this
Take a toothles bitch with no tastebuds to Ruth's Chris
Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up
When you roll up,
When you hold up
When you fell dynamite
Jovanotti's on the mike
Gonna do it
Live fly girls home boys
Com'n gonna live 1 2 gimme
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
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