Текст песни: T.I.. Creatures Lie Here.
(Ft. Eminem & Kanye West)
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 1: TI)
From the king of the south to the king of the states
Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you got a hundred on 'em for a million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you running up and robbing but that ain't even the case
And just because you got away don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay?
Gonna take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in crucial two-stepping with the GAT in the waist
TI ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, you'll teeth they'll have to replace
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 2: Kanye West)
They say your attitide determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't that about a bitch
I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't wanna turn they sneakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talking I keep off of, keep it up
I'm relaxin', my feet is up
I'm leaving you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up
I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front
There black history every day, I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets accordin'
Kanye's just as important as Michael Jordan
Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and...
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 3: Eminem)
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
That you end up spendin a "G" in the vending machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up
(Hook)
Mosters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Outro: Eminem)
Whoo!
Recovery
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 1: TI)
From the king of the south to the king of the states
Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you got a hundred on 'em for a million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you running up and robbing but that ain't even the case
And just because you got away don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay?
Gonna take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in crucial two-stepping with the GAT in the waist
TI ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, you'll teeth they'll have to replace
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 2: Kanye West)
They say your attitide determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't that about a bitch
I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't wanna turn they sneakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talking I keep off of, keep it up
I'm relaxin', my feet is up
I'm leaving you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up
I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front
There black history every day, I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets accordin'
Kanye's just as important as Michael Jordan
Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and...
(Hook)
Monsters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 3: Eminem)
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
That you end up spendin a "G" in the vending machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up
(Hook)
Mosters, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Outro: Eminem)
Whoo!
Recovery
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