you can't delay it It ain't about who you are when you're makin your stack It's the look that's on your face when you givin it back So picture that [
action So never show a nigga what you packin' "You know what i'm sayin'?" It's too much weight to be juggling who do you picture when you think about
if you miss, you bound to slip So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it Before they catch you
underneath My only fear If I lose you, I don't know More than ever I need to feel you, its all around More than ever I see the real you, and it surrounds
not worse than you thought He'll never come back hes the man you dropped he'll never come back hes the man you loved Its not that bad not worse than you
Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you
want to feel I cant tell you something that ain't real Well truth hurts, And lies worse How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before Let me hold you
'll get bit fooling with me quit fooling with me Bitch, you're gonna see No pistol in the seat why it always gotta be an issue when you're me and which you
mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it {*err* I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder how can kids
!) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women
that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie, You 36 year
his dick and kissing you on the lips When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickend 'n worse Cause you feel like you've been sticking your
of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now
you do with a pen? Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you
Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you
you diss me? ] You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [a big dick!] You know I just be sayin
in life, you see and you really shud be givin that punch rite to me (chorus) you think i'm violent well think again, if you want i'll let you alone
stay paid, no doubt Day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, it's in death. You gotta die