, you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it
you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it'
t crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin) But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin With clientele, any rhyme sales Question is, will
Wrapped in plastic Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em
me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on
authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies Load em
motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't
take em and put em on beats n we give em back no question Grandaddy of th mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent is
a coffin Punk stuff don't make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin Bustin open the doors to
it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch
may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I
don't fit And anybody who thinks he knows us doesn't know shit And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time on every song Every lyric and every rhyme
back to you, You say you hate me, I just love you more, You don't want me, I just want you more, I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me, I know it
matter cuz I'm Eminem And I'm Slim...I'm also slim and your future's Whim [Proof] Ha ha....don't stop D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top We get
out they mind Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, holdin' on my heata Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha'
: [Esham talking] Bitch ass niggaz don't wanna respect Got em in check No more Mr. nice guy, yo no more Mr. nice guy [Esham] My aggravation for this