game Young'uns runnin' with 'caine Rain hits so we floodin' the game When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man (And I look good
bunches in space of hours I don’t wanna work for no prick I’d rather chill here underneath these towers But nor do I wanna go in jail and me have to look
Im the first Im the next Im the end Im the boss , in your ? that I'll make your mind bend Look how I approach you, look how I expose you Look
Look up in the sky and tell me what you see The clouds naw nigga not me I see opportunity im a opportunist Nigga you heard what I said im a opportunist
in your lap Lay here and die in your arms Up to my knees and im bleedin Im tryin to stop you from leavin You wont even listen so fuck it Im tryin to
i was playin possom remember i let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough time your souls mine im taking it back! You fucking bitch! why ? Because i love you look
never had no problem with alcohol Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch im about to fall I missed the couch and down i go looking like a bouncing
(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
[Dr. Dre] Oh, so I'm out the game huh? [Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin? [Dr. Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I'm wit ya homie [Dr. Dre] Ok, Let's handle this small
want you to understand something that when I come up in this b-tch I want the fans jumping, I want the fist pumping in the air, I don’t look like a millionnaire
it, im so bad i could bitch slap a back handed compliment jackass, eat a donkey dick, the game i just about conquered it like donkey kong, im bonkers bitch im
those eyes you lie And theres nothing I can say Cause im never gonna change your mind Behind those eyes you hide As you turned to walk away I saw another look
gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low-pros Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO,OH NO IM
bottom… So much better… (Chorus) Niga use a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Niga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking
They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a
em, say what cha want about me, i still dont care, dick in ya girl mouth, im famous yall just anise, lame to tha game, no where near amise, yall
yeah I act funny Look at you like fuck you All the shit I been thru It's a wonder why im still here Said I was gone but im still here And all you bitches