up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy Now, back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back
Перевод: C-Murder. Резервное копирование.
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels Man handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back
? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don't you put your laundry basket in the back And sit up front, not askin'
pushed in, I'm just inches away I'm splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up
a battered wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in
[Intro: Eminem] OHH! Stat Quo! Here we go! C'mon, c'mon! You ready? (heh) Let's do it man (uh uh uh uh-uhh) Shady Aftermath {Sound, without Focus, is
(featuring The Outlawz) And my niggas say We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain
these niggas from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo I’ll tear this whole city up And niggas don’t believe then tell em put fifty up All bets is down
what I’m after Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot Nigga talkin bout murder but ain’t committin
and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin
Bring in my ad libs (heeey!, you in the presence of the finest) [Chorus - Chamillionaire] Look how my Chevy be Popped up on 23's Open up the roof and
see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo' Better have my money cause I knock on do's Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle Bet I murder like five
and comin back from hell (From the dephts of hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back from hell) (Back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (back from hell) (Yeah) (Back) (back) (back
we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend
polly wit mines Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign Yea got smacked up Everytime she backed up Didn't know there was room in the back Of
keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock is all stashed up Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back Let
flow Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons To you coppers that's posin' a threat Fire up