meadow. Run to look for him again? So??Here comes my love? she says and kisses him. ?Here comes my love? he?s living in her dreams? her love.
gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my
of a 12 gauge shoty. Doublized slugs. No love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my
your paper It’s the rattle with the crackerjack caper Now who’s said that I was all for my own Not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on Here goes the
Used to come around here every day Now you're breakin Used to be the one that is not ashamed Now you shamin Lost in all the wars we fought Never
dollar tunes [Chorus: Goldie Loc] Love when when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half My Romeo's step down on
I mean? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know
, hit his Camry with seven He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven My grandpa drunk my uncle Rob drunk My uncle Champ bombed crack smoked my
your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my
find my city on an atlas page Half a million dollars later and my tax is paid And I'm still spitting money from my active days Damn, life is such a lovely
gonna rise and rise Claiming all that is mine CHORUS: The rain is coming (I will give myself up) The rain is coming (I will not rage inside) The rain is coming (turn my
s up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa and you know what I'm sayin KB probably rummin around here gettin some
it now can't let it get away from me Restaurant food in my tummy Oh, how I miss those home-cooked meals Lobby calls 7 AM in the morning Just got here
't how it is They say rap music is here to stay But the sucka MC's don't think that way It took 8 long years before I got my break So I wonder why rapper
licks if I have to, no laughter or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya when it's the wig split come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
a vibrator Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper Chipmunk told me don't watch no face I'll never leave home without my pencil case 24/7 I stay with my
Loc] Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it comes
your paper it's the rattle with the crackerjack caper now who's said that I was all for my own not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on here goes the