where you're staying You're wack, I thought you understood You're not related to me so you could never be good I know you come from Babylon (And you
the house Bad Brains in the house Original Concept in the house Good night Amsterdam Now I want you all to break this down To all the girls To all the girls
you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at
got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 Don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you
the same one 'Cause you know that there's more where that came from Yo, the one I want just walked through the threshold So all you other girls are
' bout your age? Man, why you gotta bring that up? Yo, get this fool out of here Yo, Eazy why are you always cursin' on your records? Man, who are you
be ghost You got ta be clean everything not gross I bust a ill style that your ears are not used to Beatnuts make tracks for the crowd to get loose to
where Are you Why did you leave me Where are you Were you thinking of me dad Are you Do you love me Where are you Than where are you if you
All the feeders in the house, throw your hands in the air All the thinkers here tonight, put your hands in the air Anybody we forgot, you can stand there and stare Yeah, you
it's no sublime Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far Your pub still fucked, you a liar money Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up
you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every day I
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 even talk 'less you got the check, I guess
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
on the dance its like back in the past And were not gonna stop twenty kings of all kings So we stickin together you know the P-T-P Ya, ya you know the
the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care Step to the gizzy you dare, you
hip hop drunkies You bitches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe Or in your butt hole, ear hole Where ever the fuck it goes You bitches are
Hannah: Thank you i love you too goodnight everybody! crowd: Hannah, Hannah, Hannah!!! Hannah: You guys want more? Y'all are awesome I'll sing all night