To see you suffer now And it's time you're better awake You never think you'll gonna break And you learn from your mistakes Love kills let's die Killer in love
ass hyper I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders These overnight stars becoming autograph signers We'll all gone blow
you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed, "Fuck the world!" (I'm Slim Shady..) so come and kill me while
Thats how we get down in justice real niggaz love this I pop shit on wackstas ’cause I ain’t scared of no motherfuckas’ I smash you bash you smoke you
fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! [Chorus] Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke
do u know nigga do u owe me Figure you could blow me well i'ma let this trigga feel u homey That niggaz got to be smokin somethin thinkin u chokin
country with a big ass mouth Tried to show 'em new business but he don't wanna change I love 'em but I knew eventually I'd blow out his brains I'm
meanin of murder, it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether
got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in
it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet
up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked
outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough Roll up, light up, and smoke that '
niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke
hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love
club that you're going to I'm haunting you bitch, everywhere you turn I'm following you 'Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true It's killing
, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures We
get no love, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Bitch, you get no love
