Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit... [CHORUS] [Eminem] Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this
Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We
you personally, not as something to be put out on a bookshelf. They send you the package as a direct personal service. This is where weOre heading under electronic information conditions
: (feat. Trife Da God, Kryme Life & Tommy Whispers) [Chorus 1.5X: Trife Da God] This world is full of shockers, and project soap operas Episodes of
: Busted This here's a tale for all the fellas Try to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you're over zealous Play hard to get an females
to speak your mind You've gotta take a stand No one... has the right to say This is right or that is wrong It isn't just one way Find common ground Go
amazing how this God is ubiquitous omnipresent Existent in every stitch of existence But yet and still it's this place devoid of his presence of torment and sickness You go
I really gotta go. Oliver: Wait! Can't I atleast shampoo and condition your beautiful blonde hair? Hannah: No but you can take this towel Oliver: Hannah
: Well the clouds in the sky And your winter clothes Are sadly a condition of life In this land, where the sun Is as shy as long forgotten manners of
and shit we can't do They blame it all on us I'm blamin' them for gangsta rap, because if they didn't create this kind of condition I wouldn't have shit
cologne Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit I'll put additional air condition
armed forces Go to church but they tease us Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus They used to call me Negro After all this time I'm still bustin up the
red right now. They say that God is for the dead. But I won't let up to rest my head. They say this world is for the damned. Then let it go because we
Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game. Yo... [Chorus x2: Inspectah Deck] Not many last in the game Wu-Tang come through, breakin out the same way we came This is not an act, this
in critical condition someone let me out of this prison it's like my mind is playing tricks on me lately I could of sworn that you are still my baby I'm on a merry-go
up under normal conditions, television and radio That's just about all of this whole world That any of us get to see, get to know And they call this
more than this heart can bear. light up the dim rooms where i rot. where have i gone? these eyes have seen too much. enough to bleed from inside out. go
go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' Fellas go, 'Where you at?' Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!' Fellas go...ladies go... Fellas go