10 multi-platinum albums lay the three diamond World wide we on the charts with a bullet we're still flyin [Chorus- Eminem] Cause we came here to set this
her on the neck Real love, hope this ain't the last time we meet Felt like a king who had a queen want him I usually deserve hotels, this one's the gift
keep letchin' the duration The Three 6 (??) I punish Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave We leavin' no traces Were paperchasin' Don't maybe get to rockin' Whit this
) I make the scene (Make this scene) Runnin' outta gas on the fast lane Hot shot cars and helicopter parts And painted ponies going up and down in my brain This
2) Today you better stop rockin' those tutus like totsies (3) Three days from now we gonna check out on a three way (4) Fortune to fork it over like an
being quicker than a beast In the eerie mountains under shroud of the Frost They have met Lord Anth - the Shepherd of Ghosts And three demon-like wanderers
no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days
trying to stay in line But your eyes see right through That's all they do I'm getting tired of this shit I've got no room when it's like this What
. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I... (This
faced out across the bay Hearing all these voices telling me how to spend my day Then I turned around and I saw you standing there Talking all this time, talking like
fly Crack the engine then I break out like Gon Benchin Thousands of pounds spit thousands of rounds And verses help 'em out like I found missin' person This
re all the same My love is here to stay, yeah Like the sun that shines behind the mind Like the one before all days go by Like the sun that shines behind our Like
smooth like them niggaz that, don't blow trial I come on home to a new leaf, no beef Jose luis yo I'm ill like an indian chief And my dress code, ill like
[Music : Wunderlich, Doernberg / Lyrics : Doernberg] The Suicide King and the Chaos Queen met three days after Halloween At the downtown grill where
smooth like them niggaz that, don't blow trial I come on home to a new leaf, no beef Jose Luis yo I'm ill like an Indian chief And my dress code, ill like
Humanity pays: Every hour they're trying to give me In a followers mould, blessed Lord confess it Jesus suffering, three days on the cross I'm just twenty
we trace it back to the greats Take it back to the days when faith had a face And not just a mouth when the saints grabbed the grace And I ain't talkin
repeat 2X) This is for my niggaaassss Who be keepin it tight Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitchessss Wit the style and grace