You are here You are there everywhere Love me too 'Cause you know that I'm nowhere Something in the way you move Distracts me like no other Something
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shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You
wasn't finna' put it down for the A-town You know what I'm saying? I ain't gotta call no names Cause you know who you are You know what I'm sayin' All
another one that might go here Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair Hook: You
are the bomb, mom. Beautiful! She killed the fuckin' dog with the medicine she done fed it Feed it a fuckin' aspirin and say that it has a headache "Here, want a snack, you hungry, you
boy. I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare stay the fuck outta my hair, boy! You can look, you can stare and point But you can't touch since you're queer
, You wouldn't have Two Pack Shaker," "No! That ain't how you say his name, mum! You're so lame, Don't you know anything?" "Yeah! I know that you'll probably
the day, back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay and never go away
I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit.. if you believe that then I'll kill you You know
to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped
just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you
bitch that you wished you had You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad You know I just be sayin
say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You
Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles
Roll me a cigarette dog They got me feeling crazier than a mother fucker I got Bad Azz in this motha fucka Puffin on Lye Hoping that it gets me high (
B-tch I made you now, Just think just think, that coulda been you, Just think, that shoulda been you, Yeah, with me I share the world with you, But you
ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not, here
