Intro: Eminem: Obie, Yo? Obie Trice: I'm sick Eminem: Damn, you straight dogg? Obie Trice - B W Chorus Coughing Bitches Getting sick Chorus: That's why
sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B
Eminem Ft. Dr. Dre [Eminem] I want you to understand something that when I come up in this b-tch I want the fans jumping, I want the fist pumping in
spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block
yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through
Verse One: 2Pac] Just holla my name and witness game official Niggaz is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block
and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block
ain't me, It's just someone that I call B.o.B, It's kinda me but it's not, It's just a mask that I got, So that I can rap and get off my block, Reminiscin
really nothin' though [But it's really nothin' though] [Baby Bash] I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne What the deal? I could bend the block
slightly off They like the way he floss Leave the block on a bike, he come back on a Porsche But of course Most of all, they like my honesty, integrity, my loyalty Young Hovah & the Letter B
Nine, four, eight, one B-Day Verse 1 mission one Imma put this on When he see me in the dress I’ma get me some (hey) mission two Gotta make that
higher than number 1 you know I used to beat that block Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you) [verse 1:] I hear you be the block But I'm
from Tash She be my, metronome rhythm to my feet And when we, when we do it do it to the beat She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B., and Rakim cause
fuckin’ gucci right now, Comin’ for your title,all liable right now, So if you all wanna be rich read a Bible right now, Busta bus be corrupt,watch me spit at the block
a year the young, teacher should teach right No class for a pupil without a pass but gun Back in to pass but now in ninety-one B-ball wavin pom-poms
(intro) Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo..... (b-real) Goin’ straight through the hole You ain’t got no game I’m breakin’
today I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love with cops got the block hot like a jamaican
pants I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes [Verse 2 - Cassidy] I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy If you cop