his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a
Gotta Say Your A Hell Of A Woman Your Like A New Drop In Summer Pull Me Over The Weather When I'm Under Coz U Know You'd Do That For Me ....Do That For
are flashing And in meat a razorblade Water falls down Seems to be the day (I cannot handle this) Listen to the music in my mind For a while Seems to
into the music, music I take part in One try, one God, and one destiny Just dance for me "Dance to the music" (Repeat 2x) Now understand that you must (dance) because this is a
this is real." [Q-Tip] When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the music should be the only thing you see. It's the score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin
your hair did For me looks good She said oh you so sweet Now get me while you can you bout to have to wait a whole week Ah hell not the beast really
say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while
free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me.. So everybody just follow me.. Cuz we need a little controversy.. Cuz it
a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned
spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle this is
s ass askin' To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy. You just a baby, Gettin' recruited at eighteen, You're on a plane now, Eatin their food
was a fist that hit you... Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow
records I never knew I.. And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling I never knew I.. [Eminem] I don't do black music, I don't do white music I make fight music, for
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marlilyn's music But I figure I make my music I don't care if you
you the spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle
it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America As a motherfucking
see a nigga backwards dontcha? Hey man how come we dont rap on Protools? And smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van, and he in a
from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a
