better get used to it, used to it When the hammer falls, a voice inside you calls Better get used to it, used to it You better get used to it
Übersetzung: Giant. Gewöhnen Sie sich daran.
you reppin' Ruthless, You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it, The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution, Papoose
of this She like, let me pull it out so I can swallow it Well, bitch you're sippin greatness, you should spit it out and bottle it. The way you givin'
creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it
a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match ("Here momma try em on") I get
throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by dopes Fuck around and get rocked for three notes And fuck your
didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweet Used to get teased by my friends,
these beats I did atleast let him hear it Atleast you could brag to your friends back at the gig But he got me out my mama crib Then he help me get my
up! Fill her up! Fill her up! Her engine's running and the fuel is clean She only uses it 'cause she's a machine She don't use much though, just to get
' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used
VERSE 5 ] Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin I asked you why, you said, "Exercise, tryina stay slim" I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie Cause it
whole wide world. Oh you didn't do bad, You made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see the giant that
It?s my throne cant stop now cause that aint me you can try lock me up you can try to break me down but I stay strong It?s my throne cant stop now cause
] It's Time To Give Me Mine Time To Time To Gimme Mine [Verse 3:] I'm Comin Wizzle F. Baby Bitch! Yea! Come And Get It Anyone Can Get It But Since
Ladder, Tell Em Climb On Up Here and Watch Me Get at Her, The Badder Part about It Is These Niggas Hate, [Verse 1:] But They Wont Even Get a Bar on
Words Im Poopoo Meaning Im The Shit On Terds (Yes)And I Get On Ur Nerves...(Yes) And I Get On Your Nerves And(Yes) And I Get On Your Nerves And Sit On
that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? motherfuckers it's poppa bear
