mitzubeashes) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots
with the best shot, hit me with the best shot, Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot, Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot
(feat. E-40) [D-Shot] Hey now baby, how you be doin? You been doin fine? You know you called me last week I got your message but I was outta state,
m a robber with blue prints to the mint Didn't leave no evidence, went back to, my residence Snatch the Benjamin's, an all the other dead presidents My
New York Tony Yayo GGGGG G Unit And I'd like to thank Game cause hes Mr. Potato Head of the year Put together gangsta, Change Of Heart ass nigga I'd like
I fill the bank up, and fill the safe up. Them k's on deck in case you niggas play dumb. You know I'm g'd up. You know I'm soulja'd down. Rest in peace
here I'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted My company on the move we bought the benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other
a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot
Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is the uzi Ride the Camaro Thursday, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots
ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' [Verse 4: Lloud Banks] The Double L O Y D Get put on an I.V Tryin ta
I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the skyyyyy (There ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place
welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots
fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me
who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly
gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights
that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was
it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had
