real job Nothing seems to suit me, no Guess I?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous, detached On the corner I turn I turn, I turn left
for a real job Nothing seems to suit me no Guess i?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left
looking for a real job Nothing seems to suit me no Guess i?ll keep doing what I did before Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left
played the six Dated CO's, left 'em with bulge Kept me in clothes, but said I wasn't respectable So the sex got cold Little did I know, I was the next
: Yo', what up, my n**** You know I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some'in' N****,
is this the end? Is this the fifth act of the play? I kissed her then I turned and was about to walk away when I sense a little tingle that begin down
Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
help from my friends I left that day with a lunch box full of gears I've never considered myself a thief But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially
pictures are goin' out to Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks You turned drag queen,
every fucking morning is the same bullshit drag my ass out of bed and stagger off to work working for shit another eight hours gone my life is fucking
slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch My mother made my tits out of clay My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away They dragged me to
ve got an angry inch My mother made my tits outta clay (tits of clay) My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away (take me away) He dragged me to the
's time to turn the prophesy, times up Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around Is put this little bitch
- Mikill Pane) Little lady, your mind you've made up your injurys you can't hide with make-up you need some medical advice, you make up a little lie
a little boy with a dollar note. He told the boy to take the cat up river on a boat. The boat turned over and was never found, And now they drag the
me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left
blue I wasn't sure, so I turned to you And you'd packed up and left me that day [Unverified] a note, you'd just run away I dragged myself up to the
