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hard
Now I'm rich bitch
Haze Purp Kush or Sour I could grant your wish
And all I smoke is loud homie break it down and twist
Ughh
Runnin around tryna get

not compete
Streets complete u might defeat you
I’m not on the wave
Teach you how to turn the page
Never wanna take it to the grave
All u got is ur word

Shit, I had to do the same thing, just wanna let you know
I just sold 25 percs in one transaction
I sold them all for 15, let my dawg get the backend
Yo

by the bell dog
Talking down on my name like I Done fell off
Talking shit with all your friends Drinking your tail off
That's when I pull up with

Get Low

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Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

the chain
We mackin', excuse me miss, tell me what's your name
The way you move in them jeans make me happy you came
I'm tryin' to get to know you,

the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan

some niggas 
Who be bloodin and crippin 
I ask em who put in that work 
And your name they do not mention 
How that nigga wearing glasses 
But he hanging

on the trigger that's ready to squeeze
I'm blowing these sticks right through your screen
They like G9ine the fuck do you mean?
I roll up the opps like I roll up

enough
Middle finger in the sky, I ain't never gave a fuck
If I showed you things I usually do 
What's old to me is new to you

I'm from the other

the trap if I seen him then he would've been clapped
Glock got 40 I got 40 you do the math
This 4GS never leave my glock 
Up in Texas im at your man

wanna see my dreams pass me by
And I've been trying just to try
Do you ever feel in your own way sometimes
Always feeling like I'm inside out of my own

Bitch I got lot
of things to do
I dont wanna waste my time
and a feeling cause of you
I want a better view
Who is you
Dont call me when
you needed

was moving nicks and dimes just to get a little change
Catch bullets to your head for throwing dirt on top my name
You say you in my book we not

Fucked up trauma
My name be in some
Fucked up drama
I don't even know them
I'm just in the back
By my lonely 
Counting commas
So girl don't believe

And they just want impressions

And then y'all scared to debate me
I know why you hate me
I make you confront your reflection (Gang)
And this is real MAGA

Yea yea yea 
All I want to do is get close to you 
Kiss on my neck what a deja vu 
Who knew who knew 
I’d be a beast in the booth 
I’m just embracing my

it do knew bout God since a little child it's so true
I just wanna be your only man not number two don't be shame baby take my hand that old school

March I might be quiet
By July see I might start a riot
Know that I'm your side and I'm not your main
Do you think I'm bipolar or a nigga with range
Wanna

Wanna talk all the time
But i dont speak to no one
Whose below poverty line
Coz
The only language
That I speak is
Filthy rich
So my bitch dont trip
She

was all my fault
I think I let you in

Look (yeah), you said I never wrote a song for you
So I hope this one is haunting you
You said even if it

listen to the ocean
It'll guide your wandering spirit
All the way home

I hear the voices deep inside
Calling to me, calling to me
They tell me to "do it

yea
See yall done had time nigga
Its time for me to kill all that fake shit yall put out
Lets get it
I'm the realest of the real
Now hoe you know ain't

a damn shame
All you do is complain
Throwing little shade on my name
I was down bad tryna maintain
Keep my head down stay low
Lotta fakes lotta foes
They

The hurt, the lies, all done in my name
I just wanna know if I was cursed from birth
Destined to fail, to rot in this earth
Maybe I sound dramatic, a little