Don't look back This I know for sure The past is just a closing door Don't look back The past is just a closing door And you don't
don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph
't about money, then ain't got patience Don't bring money, then don't have relations Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal Ain't with monkeys like Mike and
you're the D12 Only one for me and it just Eminem Tears my ass apart to know that, You don't know my naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame (punch) Bizarre These chicks don't
't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know
curby.and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand.My weed hand is something i don't disrestpect
s my word. All you sucker mc’s, try to hide this stuff. come back here. Where you think you goin, nigga. come back here. Y’all niggaz ain’t seein jack
bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the g-pack Look at me Lampin in defiance wit my seats back Got
it on the floor Now I finish with that Nigga give me my trap Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap Think your shit don’t stink Drunk
Ooo Ooo I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop, get it, get it) Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash? Ooo Ooo, Don't stop,
Brown (Chris Brown) Im back [Verse 1] Pull up Pull up Can't believe the girls club packed What up What up Shorty wanna lead me to the back (to the back
) We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us, but ya
my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames It's Murda And ain't shit
don't wanna get clapped Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance I'm real advanced with that cock and blast Cause the feds wont look back,
and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick (Caddillac Tah) Nigga all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and
a piece of it i think he's losing it i want to watch it come down don't like the look of it don't like the taste of it don't like the smell of it i want
Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life Y'all heard about the smash
Is all awe, you need to be hauled off She start flippin, she ain't trippin, it's your loss This a simple case of a anti-brake pumper You don't have to
