say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Everybody wants a redder red,
on ’em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. poppa don) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. the big fish) Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. brainiac
hands on her mother who's a splittin' image of her That's Slim Shady Yeah baby Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me But tonight, Shady's rock-a-bye-baby
dont rap on Protools? And smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van, and he in a tour bus Don't want my autograph you's a liar No I
5: Outlawz] You's a b-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker Soften the alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47 Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, There
You Scarf over your doobe Look at that Gucci Look good on your booty What's really good Can I floss you in my hood Tell you things That make you knock on
s evil yeah but you can call me cookie The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire The roof, the roof, the roof is on
, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life That’s how spliff’s living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a
need a doctor for real Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels [Chamillionaire imitating
gotcha Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!) And yall need to put up a better score We making A's and
the phone (Leave a message) [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Yes she's a pro (pro), sex and a slow (slow) American Idol, a professional show (woo) Givin you a
truth back to the game Mike: Back home/ we've got a lot of shit on our minds We're always behind on something cause there's not enough time And we're
[Intro - Tha Producer] Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsta's, 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks rollin' with the cleanest feel Shorty's, homies, Hollywood
love you more. Let's play the blame game for sure. Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more. Let's call her names, names, for sure. [Kanye West] On a
Can we get away this weekend. Take me to Broadway. Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe. Let's go on the subway. Take me to your hood.
South Central Son of a bitch I'm the son of a bitch nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a dick I'm a product of a young girl top in her class you
