the letter in my hand that you had sent to me I read the words that say I'm moving on you smothered me I want my payback I want his blood on my hands
tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw
a fucking doctor Knocking on my door, a pedophile butt-knocker "Come in, have a seat," and then I stroll in With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his (colon?) I cut his hands
, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense
on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
only shining star in the night's air Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair I been
jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw
down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag, get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be
with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be a
me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
and my man Mike 'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 'Cause we put the guns down and go one round With the hands but man I ain
Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon
a slave to no computer 'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land And the future of the world is in your hands So just throw your hands in the air
snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for
he had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand
& Shady for us competition Faggot, There ain?t none Eminem: Speak of the devil It?s attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron
man down) (Trapped uh) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw