eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The
Übersetzung: The Game. Eat Your Beats Alive.
feel you, They be starin at the money like it's unfamiliar, I get it, I live it, To me there's nothings realer, Just enough to solve your problems, Too
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] I'm alive again More alive than I have
on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl If ya don't have a game, then .. leave our world
't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a
deadily my sons regret me Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me I'm from where it get down, machete your mother Snatch your brother, scrap you
INDUSTRY!! Fuck em high, fuck em all, fuck em Low, show to show, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! Don?t play their game, play your game
bet me that your pussy ain't ready I'm on track on my back, the monkey ain't heavy Rock on with the mic gangsta beat rock steady If music should die before
you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much
gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher I know, you got your eyes on me
, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Get 'em I'm alive again, more alive than I have been
throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete At the same time I gots ta eat Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete Unaware
don't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game
B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
show for it No disrespect to Mistah F.A.B. But nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge
but all reindeer games aside it's like right when you came here, I came alive it's like everything else was a glipse of you giving hints and clues of where your
' on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face 'Cuz we never like a punk who beats on his girl If ya don't have game, [Incomprehensible
