just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job Better keep your vest on, bitch, 'cause we got a mar I'm countin' blood
I'm not gonna live my life six feet under But how am I gonna live my life if I'm positive? Is it gonna be a negative? How am I gonna live my life if
don't even know why My life ain't nothing but anger and pain Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
SAYING? MAMASITA I WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT THE SITUATION LAST DAYS OF HOPE CHILDS AND TRIBULATIONS FRUSTRATIONS KILLIN EVERY WOMAN AND MAN IF YOU
ass ho, into the clouds I Go The underground putting it down for five years The blood, The sweat, the motherfucking tears I'm living the life of a young
it seems like life is my worst enemy (don't let it get to you, shy Life is what you make it, you can't escape it Play you like a bitch and just take
when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the last nod of approval from my family, this
Climb into the zone of the evening, keep reaching Just to pull more out the core of the deamon The people need to see them pure human being Blood, sweat, love, hate, life
, I told 'em it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't
Chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin with
the tears, the blood and the sweat But if you ever believe, its time to double your bet 'Cause I ain't even tapped into half my potential But I have
-a my way, my way, my way, With the task-master always Behind me, waiting for a chance To take my life away. And my burdens, they're
go, dog in my life Now if you start with dirt, then you start with hurt You start with "Oh, you ain't got?", Well here, take my shirt Start with work, blood and tears
you want about Joe but I stood my ground Bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down They say I put my whole on display to my dismay Stop it you carryin
more) That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get (no love) And I don't need you Get em [Verse 2 - Eminem
killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with it got money you better get with it My man
A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will Never Cheap