friendship will be one that lasts forever and you know i will always be there for you when i saw you, and you told me, i knew you'd always BE THERE
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to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We
[Eminem] When I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me
my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my
twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my
but there you are pushing it over the edge again and again and again spellbound by my own illusions to proud to fall down on my knees I wish I could
pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys cryin' Cause my citys dyin' But
if I'm wrong there is no white I'm triin to be polite But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin po-lice My flow is rare There's other rappers nice
knowing My indifference, my only disguise Now it comes through me like an injection Anonymous pain throbbing real inside And every pulse in my body Belongs to the house where my
The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over
get my rope I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami Amnesty International got bankdrupt, I'm on top, on lock Love my ass, love my abs in the video of "Promiscous" My
a snow storm and all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm and to top the night off I had to break in my place because my keys were on pants back
goin' back in I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store
happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close
