might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like
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to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues. CHORUS: Yeah, then you really might know what it's like
doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on bring the heat. (Xzibit) Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
never knowing we'd end up Moving onto Mobo's pushing the bench up You pushed and pushed when no-one wanted to believe but back then it was all a dream It's like
aint nothin to the pain, It aint trickin if i got it wat u askin...4. Put u in a mansion, somewhere in wiscansin. Like i said it aint nothin to the
fantasy With phantoms and Ferrari’s in the driveway But you see the pain and the change of the same man’s Your vision jaded by the grammy’s on the mantelpiece
pills. Yeah Em, tight verse, you killed it, Fuckin' drug dealers hang around me like "yes man", And they gon' do whatever I says when, I says it, It's
) It's so nice to meet you It's been a long time I'm sorry I've been so long My name is...(Shady) I never meant to leave you Yeah It's like starting
the lining I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck
it goes [Chorus x2] It's shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles We're tussling, the crowd's starting to cheer us And adrenaline's rushing through us just like
fight till we turn this mother out And apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we back in the same chapter again And it's sad, but it's true, when
murder rap wonder boy holdin' me up, Shady done put it out Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house [ Chorus - Eminem ] Where's my gangstas
! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da
pain it's inflicted Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head Damn it's like a mother fucking plague, it spreads It's epidemic Forgotten, forgotten, it
with the sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace you were born with that face Nothing but pure beauty So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
Down" I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line boy I'ma air ya ass out Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout Nigga
