bisexual I'm thinkin' so What's perplexin' though is that this adolescent flow Is hotter than a motherfuckin' summer spent in Mexico Cop me a mic, check and
: [50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo) (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!) My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check) It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma (yeah
thing read about me in the comics Under high and low it's rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice Ain
Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la Another weed song from me Burning more trees than Cheech Chong Red and
higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger Badder than anybody that you've ever seen Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen Got a clever scheme, and
: [Intro: Classified - talking] (I've been up all night) Yeah (whoaaaa) Mic check, one, two (whoaaaa) (I've been up all night) I go by the name of Classified
ringing] Ahhh, shit, is it morning already? [Verse 1: Classified] Rise and shine, damn 9:30 Got to start my journey but it's feelin kind of early Tired and
confusion I'm white and I drop tight music Over looked, under used stop the presses y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid Steady, politicking And
CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, awww I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sick back
Ca$his) [Eminem:] Nothing Can Stop And Nothing Can Change And You Better Just Make New Livin' Arrangments If You Think, You The Top And King Of The
I committed since 3 years old [Eminem And Dr. Dre ] Cause if I get locked up tonite! Then I might not come home tonite! [Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on Off and
phony MC's and stand the only one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and
is prepared Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done Stoppin your shine, and I do it to perfection
prepared Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done Stoppin ya shine, and I do it to perfection
King T and Big Ice [Chorus:] [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my
you sy I got no fuckin' time on the mic To play I write rhymes With addition and algebra Mental geometry Don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and Popin
,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning Ice T on the mic,TopGunning After your neck,checkin'
to say? Nope! Y'all fell into the booby trap I set the trap just to see dude react, and now And now you'se can't leave You opened the door god, I'm at you annually And
