don't know They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla'
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection Tries to blow the dust
I'm witchu homie [Dr. Dre] Ok, Let's handle this small shit [Eminem] I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up shit Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up
Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I'm wit ya homie [Dr. Dre] Ok, Let's handle this small shit [Eminem] I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up shit Kick up dust
Dust from your skin Must trust, when it scatters Only love matters It's been overjoyed Scents and perfumes Whence, since your higher fragrance Is memory
You stand before me Now we stare eye to eye Before another second clicks away, one of us will die You reach for your metal as I reach for mine The sound
you! when all comes to how you're treating your loved ones! You're slipping away, Can you feel how you're fading? Important to none, you're dust in the
money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [Asher Roth] And I don't know how to feel When this Dream of mine
na na na na Down on the corner See me standing In a makeshift home With a dust storm comin' In a long black shadow Pull a hammer from a coal mine Down
, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line blind keep mines
my business kid While they be talkin bout gettin it, I be gettin it If you ain't out here grindin then mind your business Don't think your grind can compare to mine
my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make
, diggi, damn right, we's dynomite So we can do this or you can do what you like I grab the mic and make it mine i grab the mic and make it hype So we
I can't seem to tame my mind Slings and arrows are killing me inside Maybe i can't accept the life that's mine No i can't accept the life that's mine
now i'm a dirty motherfucker from da southside i'm fucked up smelling out my mouth right? but i'm not giving myself up i pull my ass out the dust living
, then you 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 -
hate us he gave us nothing but no trust and I am so f**ked up So let this gun bind us Lets hide by this lust and once we are just dust he'll know
will burn!! Liar! this life is mine My intentions are real, this is my killing field I will not shine Our souls turn to rust, turn our bodies to dust
