The needle on my record player has been wearing thin This record has been playing since the day you've been with him No more long rides home No more
a war zone I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home Cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit I gave you fair warning so if you hit you hit
untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes [Verse 2: Eminem] Don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or
only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they
gonna make or break me Tryin to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later
we got money, we got money, hey We got money to parlay, we got money to parlay Watch if I miss ya, hit chya bet one of these thug-niggaz get wit' chya
skid, wanted a hit But there was nothin left of the spliff) [beat stops] [Break" Mic Boyd - talking (Classified)] Sorry boys, just missed it! (ahh) (
live by some advices girl, Lisa told me The other day Lisa told me that she miss the old me Uh, which made me question when I went missin And when I start
best she could to try to raise me right But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U Say, your mama must have been another something or the other
a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the
miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag or chop it
venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not Get the illin' to stop, amoxacillin's just not real enough [Verse: 50 Cent] Now don't think I won't hit
building, seen my man on the floor Children running frantic, with fear, all I saw Was a four door Explorer, made a uey, then pulled off Miss Gloria screaming
: Since I left I?ve been gone so long & I can?t turn back I don?t miss what I never had or what I lack Hard to hit a shot from the hip hot steamin? lead
each other out, you know what I'm saying? We gonna get me a new pad, you know? Maybe get me a Rolex We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it's
no, I won't tell ya who the work's for You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall Your honor.. [
manages to get swept under the rug or end up right below the radar for some reason like it never happened but let it be any other race and this shit woulda been hit
s up this is Queen Latifah in the house Definetely representin Jersey on the love love Coolin' in the county; shoot (???) But damn I miss home [Chorus
