it) and I like it And I like it, (You know I like it) I, I And I like it, (Come on, come on, come on) and I like it And I like it, (Come on, come on)
dick, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money
on the map, NAH Cause we gotta keep it in fam', YEAH You had your chance to be down wit da man, UH-HUH So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds Articulatin, on
take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!) Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it
if you want it nigga, come and get it and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop
choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it goes
matter?" [E] "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!" [N] "Leg?!? I thought you said it was your tummy?!?" [E] "Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!" [
. Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleepin' on my group bitch! [Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me
Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it
it, louder come on Don't stop, and keep it goin' Do it, lets get it on Move it! Come on, baby, do it La-da-di-dup-dup die dy On the stereo Let those
win some Have a little of prosperity and then some Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it) I keep
, slide on baby just ride on I give ya, e’rything people rely on My nigga, the heat that meat gets fried on Still’ll, drop shit to murder the club Call it
in the right hole and then sealed it out Told me I'm on the right track and then killed my route Ouch, you never miss a good thing til it's gone Yeah
synagogue Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball I'm always right
um:you can leave your birthday suit on, I'ma leave my boots on. I'ma leave my jewels on. Never know what you want. I'ma leave that tool on. Never know
bodies like a cold. And stay sick So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fucking streets Cuz It aint worth shit
that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on
