Look out You better look out (look out) Look out Look out for me Look out You better look out (look out) I said look out Look out for me Look out You
it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out ...and we can work it out, we goan work it out My niggas work it out, help us work it out
writers, crashing into brick fences like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess If you lookin for sympathy, you better look between
off the bench, coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some French toast and show us some skin I show
for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You could catch me in the studio bangin' out
(feat. Dr. Dre & Timberland) [Dr. Dre] Huh, so I'm out the game huh? [Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin? [Dr. Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I'm witchu homie
play Don't look for trouble but I serve you gourmet However you want it, you could have it your way You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day Bullet
But boy don't you look gorgeous You look gorgeous You look gorgeous You look gorgeous How you look gorgeous This is but an observation You put a bullet
long to figure you out You're throwing stones, your glass castle is falling down On top of your good times, I'm not interested in working this out You put a bullet
is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us. Left you all draged, like two trains crashin it up. Verse 2: spliff starr Aiiyo, spliff starr drama. Bullet
about to black out I blow your fucking whick out Niggaz who taught they catching me fuck that I’m about to rip out Ripout and then I flip out make them
frontin to us Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust Seen bullets pop off - cause of
real dealers who ain't got no feelings check it out now I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official White folks murderers
Tryin to see if we got him Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah) Ya know?, doin us Niggas wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down) Theres a lot of money out
be commander and chief Of my pimp ship flyin' high, flyin' high) Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky (Oh shot me out the sky
With Us, {We Hit Em Like...} We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About Us. (We Hit Em Like...) So Sorry's Out Your Face, We Leanin
this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) Check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda) [prodigy
