: Well it gets cold in here These years they pass with fear Your daddy don't love you anymore The fear it comes and goes Money goes up their nose Your
it down Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise It's going down, it's going dizzle, it
in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a choke hold You're stuntin' I stop it I'm makin' a
it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get
nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it
and I owe it all to them Then I came with "No More Drama", I remember that week It was when Aaliyah died, I couldn't hardly sleep Thought about it every
daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I
: Eminem: Aite Fred Durst: Check! Slim Shady, do the mic. kid (Eminem) I don't do black music I don't do Withe music I make fight music For High School
duckin from the police I reciprocate, work my fingers to the bone 7 days a week in this shitty studio I got one hope, if it's gone then it's all bad But
line nigga say it two times nigga Gucci two times nigga, deuce line west side hooto nigga We goin in we takin over it's brick squad let's do it (Club
chicks Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit I knew the kid, yeah we had problems, yeah I robbed him Now it's '98 though and the handgun
one week So to thepeople who used to say u think u know it all maybe I do and maybe I don't but right now I'm standin tall... And u don't know me It
say it in his native tongue, peelo You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep Been in this countryside the fucking one Son of a b**** Hold it
I mean? It's like, it's like I'm the baddest Barbie in the fucking world I mean, this is some vintage Nicki Minaj shit, throwback shit I mean come on now it
Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. I'm sick now. I think I'm catching glaucoma. See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. You know how we do it kid
she on my dick yeah, yeah I heard it all before ya dig Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin' kid What you think this is I'm
gon' hold me down now? Hold me down now Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down? Tell me that
One] Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
