know [ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ] When me and fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit, it
Platinum status, rampage I’m the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it I said it, fuck the edit, it’s uncut Nigga what, it’s crunch
got a nice face But she got a tight waste She in tip-top Shape But still thick like Rib-top Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock Shawty '
he fucks with me Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell [
whip to drive by what match my clothes i got a fetish for da stones im heavy on da ice man if i aint got a pistol im be sure i got a knife fam get outta
,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it’s so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me [chorus] [Charlie Scene:] Wait up hold on... oh no, got
gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) "Crunk Juice
and let's go, jump over the threshold I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded
yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy
so vain its a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest Got me a goddess sure how to divide it She still down and she don't get none
m so vain its a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest Got me a goddess sure how to divide it She still down and she don't get
Back At 'Em Ya bitch on my pipe, And She Like A crack addict And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta
what you make of it These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery So stop stuntin' homie false promotin' It ain't about what'cha makin' it
I got a bitch that's mind blowin' She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin' [Chorus 3 1/2x] Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (BIATCH) I'm keepin' it gutta' - Boy Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is
now I'm lookin for da right hoe I'm a slay. [Chorus x2] To all money gon nigga, f**k it I'm a hang, if she bad, and she f**k it, I'm a blow change
songs dem niggaz ain't real they jus rappin homes b4 It's ova money gettin thrown holdin up traffic are we wrong [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Oh tha club we gon' shut it
got'em listenin' I know it's sickenin' to know I'm the Nigga that got your girlies cuchie glistenin from listenin' to my shit and When I get her for christenin' she