with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was
door someone's lickin shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (Nigga what
two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think
only class he'll pass is phys ed May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?) Yeah
intro) Welcome to mother fuckin detroit damn that wonder boy, shit. (Eminem) Yeah, Yeah! Trickey! Let's show 'em some love. Welcome to Detroit (Gun
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
(Gun shots) 21 Gun Salute One love, One love One Nation 21 Gun Salute All the time I'm ... Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit
and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
dropped Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame
't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't f**k with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that ferrari
jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so
a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through! Product Streeetcchh... I got it mastered mannn In the hood I'm like plastic mannn! Streeetcchh... Fantastic mannn, I make the money come faster
in the movies The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun
'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta heavy pistol sales for living my gun
I'm thinking that it's time to get out My patients are fading fast The mind bruises just a little bit easier Dark times and shadows cast What are you
past But you've got to be fast; put your foot on the gas If you need her, you should be there So now you're out from under the gun, And it's over and
We don't have to worry Life goes where it does Faster than a bullet From an empty gun Turn yourself over Loose change we could spend Grinding down diamonds
