We've been here for far too long We turn our backs When we know that you are always there We've been here before It's far too similar We continue to
No more sneaking through life, it's like a sickness we all have. like a cancer eating away, like a fire burning our flesh It's the pain we feel that
Take a look into yourself Mark my words The way of the fool is the path you chose You will not mock me or my god Ive said this before and I'll say it
my darkest hour. Let's get to this and make a prediction about it all, (It all) Removing that picture perfect notion (Notion) Let's get to this and make a
me Use all of me for you We must set our own hearts Straight to lead the weak into the promise land You still Give us hope This is my flesh Nothing more than a
We won't bend We won't break The world is a tortured place First impression is the deepest Our fragile hearts break daily We feel the pain It's never
hunted A dream come true the nightmare continues The killing of innocent men Because of their beliefs conflict arises Will this come to me A true statement
Playin' my hoes close They tied up like a rope I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field Diamonds
boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B-Boy style. - Bullet
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
here it comes, Choo choo choo... on that midnight train" And then that lonesome cowboy, stepped into a bar, A pretty girl slid over nice and easy, "Boy
s urgent I need one. Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun, And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone. [Chorus: Eminem] So one more time for old time
mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40,
, even them say she rude A nuh lie me a lie, the truth speak tru she Boy, them make fi luv us still a chat bout me Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die chat bout we
mad bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking
don't wanna be a statistic first round pick she a bad bitch, a bad bitch lookin at me lookin at her, damn she a draft pick elaborate, photographic, gots