new shit, Produce hits to break the monotony, What's gotten into me? Drug's, rock and Hennessey, Thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies, On your knees, Got
my Eminem and Bizarre My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band MY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND BABY! Eminem Im the lead singer of my band
all on his pop join' Till he got popped now he all on his rock join' I left him all on the block wit his top gone Law called his mom and pop they all on
U.S.A. Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K I was born and raised in the U.S.A. And all i wanna
for the kids (So come on) Jump on board Take a ride (yeah) (You'll be doin' it all right) Jump on board feel the high 'Cause the kids are alright K
spin Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in Soulja Boy Tell Em a.k.a the assasin prises cuts
coolin' in New York, I'm chillin' in New York The hoods is on my block and the brother's at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
years That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door While those around him criticize and sleep Criticize and sleep And through a fractal on a breaking
When your baby leaves you all alone And nobody calls you on the phone Don't ya feel like cryin', don't ya feel like cryin' Well, here I am honey, c'mon
different meaning Since you been gone Don't you hear it now, oh Since you been gone Don't you hear it now, oh Since you been gone Precious memories keep a lingering on
knows if i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose so i rest on the fact that i love you i suppose and i hang like the colors on a blind man
own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some vocals on it
Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn Got her on
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see the nozzle on that k
click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
smell sweet All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on
wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me nigga they got me f**k naw Little
