Hook 2x Drugs really gotta hold of me really got a hold of me drugs really gotta hold of me they really got a hold of me
mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Coming off soft, I got some machetes Swinging
Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground. Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice, Yeah baby hold me down. [Chorus] [Eminem] Wake
know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL You god damn right I'm a CRIMINAL Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL [Eminem] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
got a hold of me They really got a hold of me Cause drugs really got ah old of me They really got a hold of me
got your whole perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me
my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic With an automatic calling me up there My man Stan with a
could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem
you motherfuckers tell me the right shit [Eminem] So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself a front door with twelve locks and have a bodyguard walk me
against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics in holy water no wonder they try to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin spiteful
ll tell the nurses to hold a bed for you, and I'ma make sure you come back for it So barricade your infants, put up some extra fences A woman beater,
, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds In a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree
like sewer smoke It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle
me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad
how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they sayin,"50 you hot
Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol
