because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands That's the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
Just because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
[Intro: Ca] Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca, it's Ca nigga, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga Seven
[Eminem] When I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me
t kill you! [Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me [Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around... [Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill
ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my
fast, quick! Because I’m riffling down the stifling, Trifling sound who’s killing who, times killing you. Stupid. you need to sweat yourself. don’t sweat nobody else. I got my own
feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll) And I'm the one providin at home So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~! No,
fragant fouled you I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running like the KKK's around My album's coming, a new year's approaching My buzz getting bigger, my
s all about Mama if that's moving up than I When I become my mama's boyfriends Twenty years later where has the time gone Now you see I'm dating having problems of my own
for the shine where the patience at Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing
Block is Hot Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours? Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire
me with her charm. My winqs on my arm. Now we flyiin ova chicken heads shittin on ya farm. Like sittin on ya thorn. Like sittin on a thorn. We stickin
Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I'd kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with
my imagination, but, umm... Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... She prides herself on her cleaning habits... She prides herself on her cleaning habits... Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... She prides herself on
s me... ...know if that's my imagination, but, umm... Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... She prides herself on her cleaning habits... (2x) Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... She prides herself on
they play I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter I go my own way I make it hard on the radio dat the streets praise you can stop countin on