to let it go if we have something to prove oh we only know to let it show what are we trying to prove We only know To let it show We only know to let
singers rock, but the group does not Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot I Should cut his mic off
crib in ya black Range Rova I got some plans that don't involve my hands Get out and walk up slowly Lemme see your new Menolo's I don't think your
[Xzibit] Last but not least we off the leash The Art of War reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off put you
'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me
get on your nerves Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb You lackin that tolerance; You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an' stab out to
sense it I don't gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin' off the henges We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off
on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? Chorus 2x [eminem] Ha ha
feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way too
be your superman, I can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, Your superman, your superman... [Eminem:] Don't get me
hot But the group is not Once they've sold our arenas to amusement parks Im gon let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut him mike off when
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let
motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your
Let's go, motherfucker! It's time.. To put your dance shoes on we're hitting the town! Let's go, motherfucker! Tonight.. We're gonna party until our
thing in life niggga pass the clip Makin' ya beg for your life, quickly strip Oh shit, make you give me all of your belongings quick Come up off of
champions Ha, ha, ha [busta rhymes] Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit Fuck is wrong wit yall Cut that shit off now Cut it off nigga Cut it off
strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand
around an go get something to eat Outside I got a flat drop You hungry? Round your girls up and we can all go to ihop You prolly think im tryna cut And
