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-Let the suicide doors up
-I threw suicides on the tour bus
-I threw suicides on the private jet
-You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
-I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit
-Tell 'em give me fifty million or I'ma quit
-Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
-Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
-Don't do no press but I get the most press kit
-Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
-Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly
-Now the whole party is melted like Dalí
-Now everybody is movin' they body
-Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
-Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
-You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans
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-She said, "'Ye, can we get married at the mall?"
-I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball
-Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
-And show me why you deserve to have it all."
-(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it Jay?
-What she order, fish filet?
-"Your whip so cold" – this old thing?
-Act like you'll ever be around mothafuckas like this again
-Bougie girl, grab my hand
-Fuck that bitch; she don't wanna dance
-Excuse my French, but I'm in France, I'm just sayin'
-Prince Williams ain't do it right if you ask me
-'Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley
-What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killa?
-What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
-Doctors say I'm the illest
-'Cause I'm suffering from realness
-Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh
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-Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
-My girl a superstar all from a home movie
-Bow on our arrival - the un-American idols
-What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
-Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA
-I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day
-He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
-Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
-You know white people get money, don't spend it
-Or maybe they get money, buy a business
-I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant
-I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
-Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
-Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
-Of our imagination, MTV cribs
-Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
-That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
-He wasn't really drunk he just had a frew brews
-Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
-Everything I do need a news crew's presence
-Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves
-I'm way too black to burn from sun rays
-So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
-About how I could build a new Rome in one day
-Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
-But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
-Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian
-Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele - no, that's Brazilian
-Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
-Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
-But I been talking to God for so long
-That if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
-Fucking with my clique
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-What you doin' in the club on a Thursday?
-She say she only here for her girl birthday
-They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
-Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty
-I know I got a bad reputation
-Walking-round-always-mad reputation
-Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation
-Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation
-I turnt the nightclub out of the basement
-I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complainin'
-How you gon' be mad on vacation?
-Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans
-Uh, this that prom shit
-This that what-we-do-don't-tell-your-mom shit
-This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit
-Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch
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-I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
-After that, give you somethin' to drink
-Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
-I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
-Hey, you remember where we first met?
-Okay, I don't remember where we first met
-But hey, admittin' is the first step
-And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
-And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
-But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
-And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin'
-So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
-She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
-Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
-Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
-But first, you gon' remember how to forget
-After all these long-ass verses
-I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept
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-Coke on her black skin made it stripe like a zebra
-I call that jungle fever
-You will not control the threesome
-Just roll the weed up until I get me some
-We formed a new religion
-No sins as long as there's permission
-And deception is the only felony
-So never fuck nobody without telling me
-Sunglasses and Advil
-Last night was mad real
-Sun coming up, 5 a.m
-I wonder if they got cabs still
-Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard
-Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepard
-Two tattoos: one read "No Apologies"
-The other said "Love is Cursed by Monogamy"
-It's something that the pastor don't preach
-It's something that a teacher can't teach
-When we die, the money we can't keep
-But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain't cheap
-Preach
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-Now if I fuck this model
-And she just bleached her asshole
-And I get bleach on my T-shirt
-I'mma feel like an asshole
-I was high when I met her
-We was down in Tribeca
-She get under your skin if you let her
-She get under your skin if you-uh
-I don't even want to talk about it
-I don't even want to talk about it
-I don't even want to say nothing
-Everybody gon' say something
-I'd be worried if they said nothing
-Remind me where I know you from?
-She looking like she owe you some
-You know just what we want
-I want to wake up with you in my beautiful morning
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-My momma was raised in the era when
-Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
-Doin' clothes you would have thought I had help
-But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
-You see it's broke nigga racism
-That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
-And it's rich nigga racism
-That's that "Come in, please buy more"
-"What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
-All you blacks want all the same things"
-Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin'
-Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang
-New Slaves
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-I throw these Maybach keys
-I wear my heart on the sleeve
-I know that we the new slaves
-I see the blood on the leaves
-I see the blood on the leaves
-I see the blood on the leaves
-I know that we the new slaves
-I see the blood on the leaves
-They throwin' hate at me
-Want me to stay at ease
-Fuck you and your corporation
-Y'all niggas can't control me
-I know that we the new slaves
-I know that we the new slaves
-I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out
-I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
-I know that pussy ain't free
-You niggas pussy, ain't me
-Y'all throwin' contracts at me
-You know that niggas can't read
-Throw 'em some Maybach keys
-Fuck it, c'est la vie
-I know that we the new slaves
-Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
-Y'all niggas can't fuck with 'Ye
-Y'all niggas can't fuck with 'Ye
-I'll move my family out the country
-So you can't see where I stay
-So go and grab the reporters
-So I can smash their recorders
-See they'll confuse us with some bullshit
-Like the New World Order
-Meanwhile the DEA
-Teamed up with the CCA
-They tryna lock niggas up
-They tryna make new slaves
-See that's that privately owned prison
-Get your piece today
-They prolly all in the Hamptons
-Braggin' 'bout what they made
-Fuck you and your Hampton house
-I'll fuck your Hampton spouse
-Came on her Hampton blouse
-And in her Hampton mouth
-Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
-I'm 'bout to tear shit down
-I'm 'bout to air shit out
-Now what the fuck they gon' say now?
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-I just need to clear my mind now
-It's been racin' since the summertime
-Now I'm holdin' down the summer now
-And all I want is what I can't buy now
-Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
-And I told you to wait
-Yeah I told you to wait
-So I'mma need a little more time now
-Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
-And I thought you could wait
-Yeah, I thought you could wait
-These bitches surroundin' me
-All want something out me
-Then they talk about me
-Would be lost without me
-We could've been somebody
-Thought you'd be different 'bout it
-Now I know you not it
-So let's get on with it
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-We could've been somebody
-'stead you had to tell somebody
-Let's take it back to the first party
-When you tried your first molly
-And came out of your body
-And came out of your body
-Running naked down the lobby
-And you was screamin' that you love me
-Before the limelight tore ya
-Before the limelight stole ya
-Remember we were so young
-When I would hold you
-Before the blood on the leaves
-I know there ain't wrong with me
-Something strange is happenin'
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-You could've been somebody
-We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
-Or was it on the first party
-When we tried our first molly
-And came out of our body
-And came out of our body
-Before they call lawyers
-Before you tried to destroy us
-How you gon' lie to the lawyer?
-It's like I don't even know ya
-I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia
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-To all my second string bitches, try and get a baby
-Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
-I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay Z
-He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
-She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
-He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
-He only wanna see that ass in reverse
-Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
-Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
-Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
-Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
-Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
-Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that
-Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
-All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
-That goin' to that owin' money that the court got
-All in on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie, yeah
-'til death but do your part, unholy matrimony
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-For my theme song (black)
-My leather black jeans on (black)
-My by-any-means on
-Pardon, I'm getting my scream on
-Enter the kingdom (black)
-But watch who you bring home
-They see a black man with a white woman
-At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong
-Middle America packed in (black)
-Came to see me in my black skin (black)
-Number one question they're askin'
-Fuck every question you askin' (black)
-If I don't get ran out by Catholics (black)
-Here come some conservative Baptists
-Claiming I'm overreactin'
-Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch
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-Stop all that coon shit (black)
-Early morning cartoon shit (black)
-This is that goon shit
-Fuck up your whole afternoon shit
-I'm aware I'm a wolf
-Soon as the moon hit
-I'm aware I'm a king
-Back out the tomb bitch (black)
-Black out the room, bitch (black)
-Stop all that coon shit (black)
-These niggas ain't doin' shit (black)
-Them niggas ain't doin' shit
-Come on homie what happened
-You niggas ain't breathin', you gaspin'
-These niggas ain't ready for action
-Ready-ready for action
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-They smile in my face is what I don't like
-They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
-The media crucify me like they did Christ
-They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
-A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
-But I never hit a woman never in my life
-I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife'
-In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
-Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
-Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
-Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?
-But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
-They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
-We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night
-Free Bump J, real nigga for life
-Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
-Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
-Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right?!
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-The best living or dead hands down, huh
-Less talk, more head right now, huh
-And my eyes more red than the devil is
-And I'm about to take it to another level, bitch
-No matter who you go and get
-Ain't nobody cold as this
-Do the rap and the track, triple double no assists
-And my only focus is staying on some bogus shit
-Arguing with my older bitch, acting like I owe her shit
-I heard that people sing raps to give the track pain
-Bought the chain that always give me back pain
-Fucking up my money so yeah I had to act sane
-Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent
-Chick came up to me and said
-"This the number to dial
-If you wanna make your #1 your #2 now"
-Mix that Goose and Malibu I call it "Malibooyah"
-Goddamn, Yeezy, how he hit them with a new style?
-Know that motherfucker well: "What you gonna do now?
-Whatever I want to do. Gosh! It's cool now"
-Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
-Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
-Cause you'll never get on top of this
-So mommy, best advice is just to get on top of this
-Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
-Put the pussy in a sarcophagus
-Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
-Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
-I'm living in the future so the present is my past
-My presence is a present, kiss my ass
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-This Ye, nigga
-Shoppin' for the winter and it's just May, nigga
-Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga
-And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures
-For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga
-Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga
-Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga
-Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh
-I don't let 'em play with me
-I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way
-Uh, they better watch what they say to me
-Niggas still gettin' popped on the day to day
-Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga
-Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga
-You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga
-If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah
-You a Rico Suave nigga
-Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga
-If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga
-You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga
-Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga
-Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker
-Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga
-Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always
-All day, nigga
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-I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out
-They need that Ye in the streets, boy, there's been a mothafuckin' drought
-Don't really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild
-Like a light skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house!
-Right now, you lookin' real sus right now
-I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now
-Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now
-Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now
-They've been lookin' at the Gram, I've been lookin' at the Grammys
-Like, huh, that's us right now
-24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin' paid
-Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJs
-People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy"
-20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay
-Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit
-Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch
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-I told, I told, ay ay, I told you
-Up in the morning, miss you bad
-Sorry I ain't called you back
-Same problem my father had
-All his time, all he had, all he had
-In what he dreamed
-All his cash, market crashed
-Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
-Drops some stacks pops is good
-Momma pass in Hollywood
-If you ask, lost my soul
-Driving fast, lost control
-Off the road, jaw was broke
-'Member we all was broke
-'Member I'm coming back
-I'll be taking all the stacks
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-Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you
-Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you
-The only rapper compared to Michael
-So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas to fight you
-And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
-And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do
-Old niggas mentally still in high school
-Since the tight jeans they ain't never liked you
-Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack
-But everybody know you brought real rap back
-Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
-Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback
-Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin'
-Monop' in this bitch again, changed the climate
-Hop in this bitch again, same thing I'm in
-Until the day I get struck by lightning
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-I just talked to Jesus
-He said, "What up, Yeezus?"
-I said, "Shit I'm chillin'
-Tryna stack these millions"
-I know he the most high
-But I am a close high
-Mi casa, su casa
-That's our cosa nostra
-I am a god
-I am a god
-I am a god
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-For all my Southside niggas that know me best
-I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
-Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
-I made that bitch famous
-For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
-If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
-Why? They mad they ain't famous (God damn)
-They mad they're still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
-Her man in the store tryna try his best
-But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
-But we still hood famous (God damn)
-Yeah we still hood famous
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-I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
-That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
-She in school to be a real estate agent
-Last month I helped her with the car payment
-Young and we alive, whoo!
-We never gonna die, whoo!
-I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
-Put one up in the sky
-The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
-Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
-No matter how hard they try, whoo!
-We never gonna die
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-Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
-And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
-It was more than soft porn for the K-man
-She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
-Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
-Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
-Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
-I show you the ropes, connect the dots
-A country girl that love Hollywood
-Mama used to cook red beans and rice
-Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
-Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
-Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
-R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
-Music and iPhone cameras
-This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think
-That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
-He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
-Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
-Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
-That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck
-She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
-I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
-You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
-Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
-The head still good though, the head still good though
-Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
-Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
-Make me get spiritual
-Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal
-Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
-Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
-Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
-The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
-The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
-And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
-Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
-And yeah G, I was all for it
-She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
-I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
-Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
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-Friday night tryna make it into the city
-Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
-Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
-Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
-A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
-And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
-Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
-When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
-Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
-When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
-I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
-And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
-Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
-I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
-For all my niggas with babies by bitches
-That use they kids as meal tickets
-Not knowing the disconnect from the father
-The next generation will be the real victims
-I can't fault 'em really
-I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
-Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
-Of weak content and slow jammin'
-But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
-You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
-I be thinkin' every day
-Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
-I be paranoid every time
-The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
-The problem is I be textin'
-My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
-First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
-Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
-That's why I'd rather take the 405
-I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
-But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
-I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
-What I'm supposed to do?
-Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
-Every agent I know, know I hate agents
-I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
-Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
-It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
-Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
-If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
-I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
-But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
-A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
-Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
-It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
-And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
-God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
-Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam
-Thank God for me
-Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
-I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
-Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
-I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
-I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
-I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
-Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
-We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
-Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
-She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
-She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
-She push me back when the dick go too deep
-This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
-Get money, money, money, money
-Big, big money, money, money, money
-And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
-Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
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-Damn your lips very soft
-As I turn my Blackberry off
-And I turn your bathwater on
-And you turn off your iPhone
-Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass
-Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass
-Your pussy's too good, I need to crash
-Your titties, let 'em out, free at last
-Thank God almighty, they free at last
-We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast
-Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas (Ouh)
-I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass
-Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost
-Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce
-Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
-Get you super wet after we turn the shower off
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-Uh, picked up where we left off
-Uh, I need you home when I get off
-Uh, you know I need that wet mouth
-Uh, I know you need that reptile
-Uh, she cut from a different textile
-Uh, she love different kinds of sex now
-Uh, black girl sippin' white wine
-Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign
-And grabbed it with a slight grind
-And held it 'til the right time
-Then she came like AAAAAHHH!
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-Bitch I'm back out my coma
-Wakin' up on your sofa
-When I park my Range Rover
-Slightly scratch your Corolla
-Okay, I smashed your Corolla
-I'm hangin' on a hangover
-Five years we been over
-Ask me why I came over
-One more hit and I can own ya
-One more fuck and I can own ya
-One cold night in October
-Pussy had me floatin'
-Feel like Deepak Chopra
-Pussy had me dead
-Might call 2Pac over
-Yeezy's all on your sofa
-These the Red Octobers
-Still ain't learn me no manners
-You love me when I ain't sober
-You love me when I'm hungover
-Even when I blow doja
-Then her auntie came over
-Skinny bitch with no shoulders
-Tellin' you that I'm bogus
-Bitch you don't even know us
-"Baby girl, he's a loner
-Baby girl, he's a loner
-Late-night organ donor
-After that, he disown ya
-After that he's just hopeless
-Soul mates become soulless
-When it's over it's over"
-And bitch, I'm back out my coma
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-Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished
-I done talked a lot of shit but I just did the numbers
-Herzog and Adidas, man you know they love it
-If Nike ain't have Drizzy, man they wouldn't have nothin', woo!
-If Nike ain't have Don C, man they wouldn't have nothin', ooh!
-But I'm all for the family, tell 'em, "Get your money"
-Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days
-Nike out here bad, they can't give shit away
-I stuck to my roots, I'm like Jimmy Fallon
-I ain't dropped the album but the shoes went platinum (Woo!)
-Every time I talk they say I'm too aggressive
-I was out here spazzin', all y'all get the message?
-On the field I'm over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham
-2020, I'ma run the whole election, yah!
-I've been trending years, y'all a couple days
-Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised
-Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves
-Gave LeBron a billi' not to run away (Yo!)
-10 thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it (Yo!)
-Your baby daddy won't even take your daughter shoppin' (Yo!)
-I done wore designers I won't wear again
-Make 'em niggas famous, they get arrogant
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-Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury
-I give 'em Grey Poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah!
-If you ain't poppin' shit then why you rap for? Haaan?
-Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah!
-And we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute
-Yeah, we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute, ah!
-Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby?
-Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? (Yo!)
-Tell Adidas that we need a million in production (Yo!)
-I done told y'all, all I needed was the infrastructure (Boom!)
-Now we hottest in the streets, it ain't no discussion
-James Harden, Swaggy P runnin' up the budget (Yoga flame!)
-Keep the work at my baby mama's mama's house
-I'm a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse
-Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo
-Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel
-Couches, couches, couches, couches, which one should I pick?
-I need extra deep, I like my bitches extra thick (sonic boom!)
-Every time I see the news, man it bring me home
-Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone
-We just blessed to be alive, yeah ain't that the truth?
-So let's celebrate the life of Timbuck2
-Timbuck2, Timbuck2
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-I'm living in that 21st Century, doing something mean to it
-Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
-Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
-I guess every superhero need his theme music
-No one man should have all that power
-The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
-Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power
-(21st-Century schizoid man)
-The system broken, the school is closed, the prison's open
-We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker we rolling
-Huh? Motherfucker we rolling
-With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
-In this white man world, we the ones chosen
-So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning
-Huh? I'll see you in the morning
-This is way too much, I need a moment
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-Fuck SNL and the whole cast
-Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
-More specifically they can kiss my asshole
-I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes
-You short-minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
-My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
-And I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
-He knows, he's so fucking gifted
-I just needed time alone with my own thoughts
-Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
-My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
-Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
-Reality is catching up with me
-Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
-With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
-As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece
-Thinking
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-Colin Powells, Austin Powers
-Lost in translation with a whole fucking nation
-They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation
-Well that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation
-At the end of the day, god damn it I'm killing this shit
-I know damn well y'all feeling this shit
-I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick
-I ain't gotta power trip, who you going home with?
-How Ye doing? I'm surviving
-I was drinking earlier, now I'm driving
-Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hiding?
-I got the power to make your life so exciting
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-Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
-I told you motherfuckers it was more than the music
-In the projects one day, to Project Runway
-We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
-I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
-Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
-To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
-And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
-We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
-Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
-Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
-Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
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-And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick
-Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
-And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
-Around the same time she had fell in love with him
-Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
-Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
-La Familia, Roc Nation
-We in the building, we still keep it basement
-Flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
-Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
-Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you
-Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
-GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh
-Anything else, we detest, detest
-Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
-All that said, let me ask this question
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-I believe there's a God above me
-I'm just the God of everything else
-I put holes in everything else
-"New God Flow," fuck everything else
-Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
-They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
-They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
-But I was good with the yay as a wholesaler
-I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
-A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
-I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
-Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him, yuugh!
-Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
-Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us
-But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
-Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
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-Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
-But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
-Went from most hated to the champion god flow
-I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
-I'm living three dreams: Biggie Smalls', Dr. King
-Rodney King's, uhh, cause
-Cause we can't get along - no resolution
-'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
-Cars, money, girls and the clothes
-Aww man, you sold your soul
-Naww man, mad people was frontin'
-Aww man, made somethin' from nothin'
-Picture workin' so hard, and you can't cut through
-That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
-What has the world come to? I'm from the 312
-Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
-Like there the god go, in his Murcielago
-From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
-He even got enough, to get his mama a condo
-Then they ran up and shot him, right in front of his mom
-40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
-Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
-Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
-We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
-Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
-Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
-Did Yeezy, not get signed by Hov and Dame?
-And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
-In Jesus' name, let the choir say
-"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
-And we'll annihilate, anybody that violate
-Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
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-'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, hello white America, assassinate my character
-Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up
-Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya
-I'mma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up
-(Bueller had a Muller but I switched it for a Mille
-Cause I'm richer and prior to this shit was moving free base)
-Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days
-(Poli with the PDs now they got our shit on replay)
-Sorry I'm in pajamas but I just got off the PJ
-And last party we had, they shut down Prive
-(Ain't that where the Heat play? Niggas hate ballas these days) Yep!
-Ain't that like Lebron James? (Ain't that just like D. Wade? Wait)
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-On a bathroom wall I wrote
-"I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else"
-I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it"
-And I went and found somebody else
-Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings
-Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
-Till about two a.m. and I call back
-And I hang up and I start to blame myself
-Somebody help...
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-You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
-Stick around, some real feelings might surface
-Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
-Gripping you up, fucking and choking you
-What the hell was I supposed to do?
-I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
-And if you are I hope you have a good time
-Cause I definitely be having mine
-And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional
-Every time I hear bout other niggas is strokin' you
-Lying, say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
-Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
-You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
-Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
-1AM and can't nobody get a hold of you
-I'm calling your brother's phone like what was I supposed to do?
-Even though I knew, he never told the truth
-He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
-At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
-Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
-I heard he bought some coke with my money
-That ain't right girl
-You getting blackmailed for that white girl
-You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl"
-You'll probably find one of them "I like art"-type girls
-All of the lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girl
-And I was satisfied being in love with the lie
-Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
-For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
-Let's play the blame game
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-"Things used to be, now they not
-Anything but us is who we are
-Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
-We've become public enemies
-We walk away like strangers in the street
-Gone for eternity
-We erased one another
-So far from where we came
-With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing?
-Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
-Hatred and attitude tear us entirely" - Chloe Mitchell
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-And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
-And when the phone called it just ring and ring
-You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
-And I heard the whole thing
-I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing
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-You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph
-Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip
-Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip
-We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this
-Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin'
-I impregnate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo
-I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
-I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
-I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
-I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
-I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
-I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
-You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage
-You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich
-I said baby what if you was clubbin'
-Thuggin', hustlin' before you met your husband?
-Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club
-'Fore she met Joseph around hella thugs?
-Cover Nori in lambs' wool
-We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves"
-(What if Mary) "What if Mary
-(Was in the club) was in the club
-'Fore she met Joseph with no love?
-Cover Saint in lambs' wool
-(And she was) We surrounded by
-(Surrounded by) the fuckin' wolves"​​​
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-I been waiting for a minute
-For my lady
-So I can't jeopardize that for one of these hoes
-I been living without limits
-As far as my business
-I'm the only one that's in control
-I been feeling all I've given
-For my children
-I will die for those I love
-God, I'm willing
-To make this my mission
-Give up the women
-Before I lose half of what I own
-I been thinking
-About my vision
-Pour out my feelings
-Revealing the layers to my soul
-My soul
-The layers to my soul
-Revealing the layers to my soul
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-See, before I let you go
-One last thing I need to let you know
-You ain't never seen nothing crazier than
-This nigga when he off his Lexapro
-Remember that last time in Mexico
-Remember that last time, the episode
-Asking me why the hell I text in code
-Four times just to say don't text me hoe
-Told you four times, don't test me hoe
-Now we finna lose all self-control
-But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me
-Especially when we in the Giuseppe store
-But I'mma have the last laugh in the end
-Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe
-Yeah, I'mma have to laugh Indian
-Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe
-And I...
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-She find pictures in my e-mail
-I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
-I don't know what it is with females
-But I'm not too good with that shit
-See, I could have me a good girl
-And still be addicted to them hoodrats
-And I just blame everything on you
-At least you know that's what I'm good at
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-Never was much of a romantic
-I could never take the intimacy
-And I know I did damage
-Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
-I guess you are at an advantage
-Cause you can blame me for everything
-And I don't know how I'mma manage
-If one day you just up and leave
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-I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
-When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace
-I told God I'd be back in a second
-Man it's so hard not to act reckless
-To whom much is given, much is tested
-Get arrested guess until he get the message
-I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
-And what I do, act more stupidly
-Bought more jewelry, more Louis V
-My Momma couldn't get through to me
-The drama, people suing me
-I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me
-I'm just saying how I feel man
-I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hillman
-I guess the money should've changed him
-I guess I should've forgot where I came from
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-Let up the suicide doors
-This is my life homie, you decide yours
-I know that Jesus died for us
-But I couldn't tell ya who decide wars
-So I parallel double parked that motherfucker sideways
-Old folks talking bout back in my day
-But homie this is my day
-Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?
-No, I already graduated
-And you can live through anything if Magic made it
-They say I talk with so much emphasis
-Ooh they so sensitive
-Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
-And say something when you gon' end up apologing
-Let me know if it's a problem then, aight man, holla then
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-Let the champagne splash
-Let that man get cash
-Let that man get past
-He don't even stop to get gas
-If he can move through the rumors
-He can drive off of fumes cause
-How he move in a room full of no's?
-How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
-Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul
-So when he buried in a tomb full of gold
-Treasure, what's your pleasure?
-Life is a, UH, depending how you dress her
-So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
-I'm in between but way more fresher
-With way less effort, cause when you try hard
-That's when you die hard
-Your homies looking like why God
-When they reminisce over you, my God
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-Step up in this bitch like (turn me up!)
-I'm the one your bitch like
-Yeah I'm the one your bitch like
-And I be talkin' shit like
-I ain't scared to lose a fistfight
-And she grabbin' on my dick like
-She wanna see if it'll fit right
-That's just the wave
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-Sun don't shine in the shade (turn me up!)
-Bird can't fly in a cage (turn me up!)
-Even when somebody go away (turn me up!)
-The feelings don't really go away
-That's just the wave (yeah)
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-I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
-Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
-That's me, the first year that I blow
-How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
-Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
-Me found bravery in my bravado
-DJs need to listen to the models
-"You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato?"
-(You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?)
-Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
-I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow
-And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
-So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
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-Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
-Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
-Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher
-Tell me how do you respond to students?
-And refresh the page and restart the memory?
-Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
-We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
-Sorry for the night demons still visit me
-The plan was to drink until the pain over
-But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
-Fresh air, rollin' down the window
-Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
-Don't make me pull the toys out, huh
-Don't make me pull the toys
-And fire up the engines, huh
-And then they make noise
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-Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
-And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
-All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
-Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
-Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
-Based off the way we was branded
-Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
-And at the airport they check all through my bag
-And tell me that it's random
-But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
-I need a happy ending and a new beginning
-And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
-This the real world, homie, school finished
-They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
-I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
-I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
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-Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
-The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
-This is more than just my road to redemption
-Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
-As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me
-But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me
-I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
-If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, running a track meet
-But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus
-Ready for the World's game, this is my Olympics
-We make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish
-Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
-I insisted to get up offa this dick
-And these drugs, niggas can't resist it
-Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted
-If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it!
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-I need more drinks and less lights
-And that American Apparel girl in just tights
-She told the director she tryna get in a school
-He said “take them glasses off and get in the pool”
-It's been a while since I watched the tube
-Cause like a Crip said, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
-I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today
-They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday
-And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
-I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
-My guy said I need a different approach
-Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke
-It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
-Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
-And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
-Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
-Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
-I ain't got it I'm coming after whoever who has it
-I'm coming after whoever. Who has it?
-You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic
-That y'all, it's like that y'all
-I don't really give a fuck about it at all
-Cause the same people that tried to black ball me
-Forgot about two things, my black balls
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-Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
-With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
-She said: "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
-Far as girls, you got a flock
-I can tell by your charm and your arm."
-But I'm looking for the one, have you seen her?
-My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
-Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
-And I gotta take all they bad asses to showbiz?
-Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
-I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
-We all went to din and then I had to pay
-If you fucking with this girl, then you better be paid
-You know why? It take too much to touch her
-From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
-My best friend say she used to fuck with Usher
-I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
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-Eighteen years, eighteen years
-She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years
-I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
-His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his
-You will see him on TV any given Sunday
-Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai
-She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money
-She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money
-She walking around looking like Michael with your money
-Should've got that insured, Geico for your money
-If you ain't no punk
-Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!)
-It's something that you need to have
-'Cause when she leave your ass, she gon' leave with half
-Eighteen years, eighteen years
-And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his?!
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-Now, I ain't saying you a gold digger, you got needs
-You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed
-You go out to eat and he can't pay, y'all can't leave
-There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up your sleeves
-But while y'all washin', watch him
-He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
-He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
-This week he mopping floors, next week it's the fries
-So stick by his side
-I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
-And they gonna keep calling and trying, but you stay right, girl
-And when you get on, he'll leave your ass for a white girl
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-May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
-In that magic hour I seen good Christians
-Make rash decisions, oh she do it
-What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
-She putting on her make up, she casually allure
-Text message break ups, the casualty of tour
-How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
-I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off
-Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
-Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
-I'm looking at her like this what you really wanted, huh?
-Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
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-When the sun go down it's the magic hour
-And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
-You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
-Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
-Don't leave while you're hot that's how Mase screwed up
-Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up
-Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
-I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
-I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
-You see I always loved that sense of humor
-But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
-The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
-That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie"
-The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
-You love me for me? Could you be more phony?
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-Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been?
-Niggas talking real reckless; stuntmen
-I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
-Now I'm about to make them tuck their whole summer in
-They say I'm crazy, but I'm about to go dumb again
-They ain't seen me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
-Last week I was in my other other Benz
-Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain
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-I made Jesus Walks, I'm never going to hell
-Couture level flow is never going on sale
-Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
-Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
-I get it custom, you a customer
-You ain't accustomed to going through customs
-You ain't been nowhere, hah?
-And all the ladies in the house got them showing off
-I'm done I'll hit you up maña...nah!
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-Can't you see the private jets flying over you?
-Maybach bumper sticker reads: "What would Hova do?"
-Jay is chillin', Ye is chillin'
-What more can I say? We killin' 'em
-Hold up before we end this campaign
-As you can see we done bodied the damn lames
-Lord please let them accept the things they can't change
-And pray that all of their pain be champagne
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-I'm so appalled, Spalding ball
-Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all
-Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired
-But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call
-We above the law, we don't give a fuck about y'all
-I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall
-But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
-And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
-Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
-One time let it be a bad bitch sweeping
-That know we get O's like Cheerios
-That know because they seen us in the videos
-That know the day that you play me
-Would be the same day MTV play videos
-That was a little joke, voila
-Praises due to the most high, Allah
-Praises due to the most fly, Prada
-Baby, I'm magic, tada
-Address me as your highness, high as United
-30,000 feet up and you are not invited
-Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work
-Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work
-That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
-That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp'
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-Man I promise, she's so self-conscious
-She has no idea what she's doing in college
-That major that she majored in don't make no money
-But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny
-Now, tell me that ain't insecurr
-The concept of school seems so secure
-Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr
-She like, fuck it, I'll just stay down here and do hair
-Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs
-Cause her baby-daddy don't really care
-She's so precious with the peer pressure
-Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexis
-She had hair so long that it looked like weave
-Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve
-And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe
-Single black female addicted to retail, and well
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-Man I promise, I'm so self-conscious
-That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches
-Rollies and Pasha's done drove me crazy
-I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that ver-say-see!
-Then I spent four hundred bucks on this
-Just to be like, nigga you ain't up on this
-And I can't even go to the grocery store
-Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team
-It seems we living the American dream
-But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem
-The prettiest people do the ugliest things
-For the road to riches and diamond rings
-We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us
-We trying to buy back our 40 acres
-And for that paper, look how low we a stoop
-Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe
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-I say fuck the police, that's how I treat 'em
-We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom
-We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
-Things we buy to cover up what's inside
-Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
-That's why shorty's hollerin' "where the ballers at?"
-Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
-And a white man get paid off of all of that
-But I ain't even gonna act holier than thou
-Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
-Before I had a house and I'd do it again
-Cause I want to be on 106 & Park pushin' a Benz
-I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific
-I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific
-I got a problem with spendin' before I get it
-We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it
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-I say fuck the police, that's how I treat 'em
-We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom
-We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
-Things we buy to cover up what's inside
-Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
-That's why shorty's hollerin' "where the ballers at?"
-Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
-And a white man get paid off of all of that
-But I ain't even gonna act holier than thou
-Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
-Before I had a house and I'd do it again
-Cause I want to be on 106 & Park pushin' a Benz
-I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific
-I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific
-I got a problem with spendin' before I get it
-We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it
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-I bet me and Ray J would be friends
-If we ain't love the same bitch
-Yeah, he might have hit it first
-Only problem is I'm rich
-Uh
-21 Grammys, superstar family
-We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action
-I'm about that Farrakhan
-Life is a marathon
-I'ma shift the paradigm
-I'ma turn up every time
-I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit
-If he ever talk to my son like an idiot
-One time for a nigga really gettin' it
-Two times cause we got the whole city lit
-Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget
-So when she have a baby she gon' make another nigga
-Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah?
-Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah?
-She spent her whole check on some Christians
-And that girl ain't even religious
-Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well
-Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed
-Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight
-I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate
-So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back
-What you want?
-You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack?
-I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
-I need to know right now if you a freak or not
-I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
-I need to know right now if you a freak or not
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-Something wrong, I hold my head
-MJ gone, our nigga dead
-I slapped my girl, she called the feds
-I did that time and spent that bread
-I'm heading home, I'm almost there
-I'm on my way, heading up the stairs
-To my surprise, a nigga replacing me
-I had to take him to that ghetto university
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-Restraining order, can't see my daughter
-Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
-Public visitation, we met at Borders
-Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive
-I made mistakes, I bumped my head
-Courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread
-She need her daddy, baby please
-Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university
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-Yeezy season approachin'
-Fuck whatever y'all been hearin'
-Fuck what, fuck whatever y'all been wearin'
-A monster about to come alive again
-Soon as I pull up and park the Benz
-We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons
-Take my number and lock it in
-Indian hair, no moccasins
-It's too many hoes in this house of sin
-Real nigga back in the house again
-Black Timbs all on your couch again
-Black dick all in your spouse again
-And I know she like chocolate men
-She got more niggas off than Cochran, hah!
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-Baby girl tryna get a nut
-And her girl tryna give it up
-Chopped 'em both down
-Don't judge 'em, Joe Brown
-One last announcement
-No sports bra, let's keep it bouncin'
-Everybody wanna live at the top of the mountain
-Took her to the 'Bleau, she tried to sip the fountain
-That when David Grutman kicked her out
-But I got her back in and put my dick in her mouth
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-Niggas talking, they bitchmade, Ixnay off my dicksnay
-That's Pig Latin, itch-bay, who gon stop me huh?
-Last night ain't go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
-Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert, "Yes!" Tell Howard Cosell
-You just a commentator if you getting paper
-Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
-In some relations you're just supposed to say none
-Heard she fucked the doorman
-Well that's cool I fucked the waitress
-Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that's on one basis
-I only like green faces
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-Maybe it's cause she into Leos and I was into trios
-Plus all the trips to Rio couldn't have helped
-It's gettin' cold, better bring your ski clothes
-Peekin' through the keyhole, the door locked by myself
-And I'm feelin' it right now, cause it's the time when my heart got shot down
-Blocka, blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka
-Pour a little champagne, cranberry vodka
-Feelin' lied to like parents never said you adopted
-Your feelins like Zulu, then nothing is a Shaka
-I hit her with Jamaican dick, I'm the new Shabba
-She lookin' for her daddy, call me Big Poppa
-On to the next saga
-Focus on the future and let the crew knock her
-Star Wars fur, yeah, I'm rockin' Chewbacca
-The one Chief Rocka, number-one Chief Rocka
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-Is it genocide?
-Cause I can still hear his mama cry
-Know the family traumatized
-Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized
-The old pastor closed the cold casket
-And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs
-It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
-I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
-314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago
-I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
-Uh, real niggas just multiply
-And they say by 21 I was supposed to die
-So I'm out here celebrating my post-demise
-If you put crabs in a barrel to ensure your survival
-You're gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
-What up, Blood? What up, cuz? It's all black, I love us
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-Yeah it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
-So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
-From parolees to hold G's, sold keys, low keys
-We like the promised land of the OG's
-In the past if you picture events like a black tie
-What the last thing you expect to see, black guys?
-What's the life expectancy for black guys?
-The system's working effectively, that's why!
-I'll be a real man, take care of your son
-Every problem you had before this day is now done
-New crib, watch a movie
-Cause ain't nothin on the news but the blues
-Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
-Now ain't nothing new but your shoes
-Sunday morning, praise the Lord
-You're the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
-So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor
-Black excellence, truly yours
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-You say you never saw this comin', well you're not alone
-Million dollar renovations to a happy home
-My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
-I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
-I wake up, assessin' the damages
-Checkin' MediaTakeOut
-Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch
-But it's blurry enough to get the fake out
-I wake up, all veggies no eggs
-I hit the gym, all chest no legs
-Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
-Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
-Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
-Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, uh, oh
-You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone
-You was the best of all time at the time though
-Yeah, you wasn't mine though
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-I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam
-Young producer just trying to get his flows off
-I remember being nervous to do Victoria Secret
-'Til I pictured everybody with their clothes off
-Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
-I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December
-Skrrt skrrt skrrt like a private school for women
-Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl
-You don't love me, you just pretendin'
-I need that happy beginnin', middle and endin'
-Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
-It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know
-Got a hotel room, 3 stars for you
-You call down for an omelet
-Girl it's 5 in the morning
-You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria
-Only thing open is Waffle House, girl don't start with me
-I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob
-Cause you was in college complainin' about it's no jobs
-But you were suckin' a nigga dick the whole time
-Well I guess a blowjob's better than no job
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-This the cray-ist shit in the club
-Since "In Da Club"
-It's so packed I might ride around
-On my bodyguard's back like Prince in the club
-She say "Can you get my friends in the club?"
-I say "Can you get my Benz in the club?"
-If not, treat your friends like my Benz
-Park they ass outside 'til the evenin' end
-When I go raw, I like to leave it in
-When I wake up, I like to go again
-When I go to work, she gotta call it in
-She can't go to work, same clothes again
-And her heart colder than the souls of men
-Louboutin on the toes again
-Tight dress dancin' close to him
-Yeezus just rose again
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-I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert
-Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp
-That right there could drive a sane man berserk
-Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wi-zerk
-How do you console my mom or give her light support
-Telling her her son's on life support?
-And just imagine how my girl feel
-On the plane, scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till
-She was with me before the deal, she'd been trying to be mine
-She a Delta, so she'd been throwing that Dynasty sign
-No use in me tryin' to be lyin', I been tryin' to be signed
-Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines
-In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died
-The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man
-Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band
-I swear this right here, history in the making, man
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-What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal
-On the hottest rap label around?
-But he wasn't talking about coke and birds
-It was more like spoken word
-Except he's really putting it down?
-And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory
-And what we need to do in the game
-Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time
-In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed
-If you could feel how my face felt
-You would know how Mase felt
-Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt
-I swear to God, Driver 2 wants to sue
-I got a lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe safe
-My dawgs couldn't tell if I...
-I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky
-It was televised
-There's been an accident like GEICO
-They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael
-I must got a angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass
-Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass?
-Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past
-Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash
-And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid
-Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did
-But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
-Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire
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-Let's get lost tonight
-You could be my black Kate Moss tonight
-Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight
-And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right?
-Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
-Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
-I ask, 'cause I'm not sure
-Do anybody make real shit anymore?
-Bow in the presence of greatness
-'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
-You should be honored by my lateness
-That I would even show up to this fake shit
-So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit
-'Specially in my Pastel, on my Bape shit
-Act like you can't tell who made this
-New Gospel, homie, take six, and take this, haters!
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-I don't know if you got a man or not
-If you made plans or not
-If God put me in your plans or not
-I'm trippin', this drink got me saying a lot
-But I know that God put you in front of me
-So how the hell could you front on me?
-There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me
-I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right?
-'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night
-So we gon' do everything that Kan like
-Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
-Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke
-And she'll do anything for the limelight
-And we'll do anything when the time's right
-Uh, baby, you're makin' it
-(Harder, better, faster, stronger)
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-Damn baby, pussy can't be your only hustle
-Unless you bad as Naomi Russell
-I mean a lot of niggas got money
-So basically, Russell ain't the only Russell
-Russell Brand, Russell Crowe
-Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of O's
-What you after, actor money?
-You in line behind currency, yeah you after money
-Bullet proof condom, when I'm in these hoes
-Got staples on my dick, why? Fuckin' centerfolds
-And I swear to God they so cold
-Got a nigga in Miami wearing winter clothes
-I got my fur on feelin' like Jerome
-She got her fur too, we got our his and her on
-Don't look at the jewelry, or get your burrr on
-Too close, you comatose so dope you overdose
-Get back, you overclose
-Oh no, the hood was strugglin'
-But then I blessed them with that Polo
-Niggas was making music and then my first solo
-Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
-She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
-Yeah and I'm cold bitch, please try to keep the door closed
-Lanvin thousand dollar tee with no logos
-Let me show you what I see when my eyes closed
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-She don't believe in shooting stars
-But she believe in shoes and cars
-Wood floors in the new apartment
-Couture from the store's departments
-You more like "love to start shit"
-I'm more of the trips to Florida
-Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water
-Straight from a page of your favorite author
-And the weather so breezy
-Man, why can't life always be this easy?
-She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
-I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?"
-And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte
-'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi
-Damn, these niggas got me
-I hate these niggas more than a Nazi
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-I know it's been a while, sweetheart
-We hardly talk, I was doing my thang
-I know it was foul, baby
-Aye, babe, lately, you've been all on my brain
-And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
-Fronting though: yo, I wouldn't wanna know
-If somebody woulda told me a year ago
-It'll go get this difficult
-Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA
-Like Martin with no Gina
-Like a flight with no visa
-First class with the seat back, I still see ya
-In my past, you on the other side of the glass
-Of my memory's museum
-I'm just saying, hey, Mona Lisa
-Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar
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-The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
-The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
-I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
-And come back next year with the whole fucking game
-Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
-They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
-Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
-Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped
-My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
-Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
-They say he bougie, he big-headed
-Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
-Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
-I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
-It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
-'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
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-Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir
-Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir
-Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
-But all they got left is this guy called West
-That'll take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def
-Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
-I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh
-It come out sweeter than old Sadie
-Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
-Girl he had with him - ass coulda won the horse awards
-And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
-I'm almost Raymond
-Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
-It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
-Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine
-Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
-Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
-Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
-I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
-But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh
-So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
-You niggas wear suits cause you can't dress no more
-You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
-I rocked 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga
-I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
-Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
-I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
-I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
-I went to the malls and I balled too hard
-"Oh my god, is that a black card?"
-I turned around and replied, "Why yes
-But I prefer the term African American Express"
-Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
-Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to
-Killin y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
-Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
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-I met this girl when I was 3 years old
-And what I loved most, she had so much soul
-She said, "Excuse me, lil homie, I know you don't know me
-But my name is Windy and I like to blow trees"
-And from that point I never blow her off
-Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off
-They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off
-And make 'em straighten up their hat
-'Cause she know they soft
-And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown
-In the nighttime her face lit up, so astoundin'
-I told her in my heart is where she'll always be
-She never messed with entertainers cause they always leave
-She said, "It felt like they walked and drove on me"
-Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me
-I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me
-She said, "'Ye, keep making that, keep making that
-Keep making that platinum and gold for me!"
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-But if you really cared for her, then you wouldn't have never hit the airport to follow your dreams
-Sometimes I still talk to her, but when I talk to her
-It always seems like she talking 'bout me
-She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you
-They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
-But they just not you" and I just got through
-Talking 'bout what we tryin' to do: just not new
-Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
-I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone
-I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home
-And guess when I heard that? When I was back home
-Every interview I'm representin' you, makin' you proud
-Reach for the stars so if you fall, you land on a cloud
-Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
-If you don't know by now, I'm talking 'bout Chi-Town
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-It was all good just a week ago, niggas feel theyselves
-And that Watch the Throne drop, niggas kill themselves
-What niggas gon' do, Hov?
-This a new crack, on a new stove
-I'm in the two-door, true that, niggas telling me "You back!"
-Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
-And if life's a bitch, bet she suck my dick, huh
-And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
-By the way nigga you should fucking quit nigga
-Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
-Like Eli, I did it, joke's on you motherfucker, and I get it
-No paper ho, but you can have some more of me
-Or-a-gy or are we speaking metaphorically?
-Historically I'm kicking bitches out like Pam, nigga
-Going H·A·M nigga
-Me and Jigga
-And a nigga still young, that's why I have no kids
-But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
-Had a few white girls, asses flat as shit
-But the head's so good, damn a nigga glad he hit
-Got 'em jumping out the building, watch out below
-A million out the door, I'm about to go H·A·M
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-I treat the label like money from my shows
-GOOD woulda been God except I added more O's
-If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes
-It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know
-Some people call that the art of war, you know
-I guess it depends what you falling for, the clothes?
-Cars, money, girls and the clothes
-Aw money, you sold your soul
-Nah man, mad people was fronting
-Goddamn, we made something from nothing
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-You're my devil, you're my angel
-You're my heaven, you're my hell
-You're my now, you're my forever
-You're my freedom, you're my jail
-You're my lies, you're my truth
-You're my war, you're my truce
-You're my questions, you're my proof
-You're my stress and you're my masseuse
-Ma ma se, ma ma se, ma ma ku sa
-Lost in this plastic life
-Let's break out of this fake-ass party
-Turn this into a classic night
-If we die in each others arms, still get laid in the afterlife
-If we die in each others arms, still get laid, yeah, yeah, yeah
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-My wife said, I can't say no to nobody
-And at this rate we gon' both die broke
-Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
-And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
-People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
-My friends' best advice was to stay low
-I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills
-Especially when you got family members on payroll
-The media said it was outlandish spendin'
-The media said he's way out of control
-I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin'
-I'm not out of control, I'm just not in they control
-I know I'm the most influential
-That TIME cover was just confirmation
-This generation's closest thing to Einstein
-So don't worry about me, I'm fine
-I can see a thousand years from now in real life
-Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like
-Troll conventional thought, don't need to question
-I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
-Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
-Did it with with no permission, on our own conditions
-Most Blacks with money have been beaten to submission
-Yeezy with the big house, did it way different
-Never listen to Hollywood producers
-Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa
-The ultimate Gemini has survived
-I wasn't supposed to make it past 25
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-I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come
-A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums
-I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro
-If the phone ringin', go and get your kids ho
-Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation
-He sat back and smiled
-Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime
-The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime
-Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook
-But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout "how my neck look?"
-Well... it all looks great
-Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains
-The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard
-Real family stick together and see through the mirage
-The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality
-Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary?
-I am one with the people
-I am one with the people (real)
-I've been woken from enlightened man's dream
-Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self esteem
-Let me not say too much or do too much
-Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch
-I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen
-So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin'
-God, I have humbled myself before the court
-Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort
-I know, I know he got a plan, I know I'm on your beams
-One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me
-When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me
-One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me
-When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me
-Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see
-I would've took a hundred million and gave 20 to Hov
-I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove
-But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks
-Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke
-Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go
-We all go
-Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
-She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
-Modern day MJ with a off the wall flow
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-Closed eyes, see things
-Fire up, tweaking
-You in my freak dreams
-You in my freak dreams
-Bad bitch, you dig that
-Get stacks, drive cars
-Whip out, bitch out
-Tits out, oh shit
-My dick out, can she suck it right now?
-Fuck, can she fuck right now?
-I done asked twice now
-Can you bring your price down?
-Lil Boosie with the wipe down
-A little woozy but I'm nice now
-What the fuck right now?
-What the fuck right now?
-What the, what the fuck right now?
-What if we fuck right now?
-What if we fucked right in the middle
-Of this mothafuckin' dinner table?
-What if we fucked at this Vogue party?
-Would we be the life of the whole party?
-Shut down the whole party
-Would everybody start fuckin'?
-Would everybody start fuckin'?
-Would everybody start fuckin'?
-They don't want nothin'
-You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life
-I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie
-We be in the bathroom fuckin' like, "Baby don't get too loud"
-I can, I can see it, yeah
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-Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
-Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
-Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
-Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
-I've been outta my mind a long time
-I've been outta my mind a long time
-I've been saying how I feel at the wrong time
-Might not come when you want but I'm on time
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-I've been outta my mind a long time
-I've been outta my mind a long time
-I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother
-With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
-Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
-PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
-Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
-Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
-If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
-Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
-Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
-Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
-Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
-Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us
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-You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless
-Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace
-And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus
-Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is
-I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is
-Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps*
-Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard
-Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method
-They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us
-Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"
-Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?
-We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases
-A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis
-My mama used to say only Jesus can save us
-Well mama I know I act a fool
-But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move
-I hope
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-To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers
-(Jesus walks for them)
-To the victims of welfare for we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah
-(Jesus walks for them)
-Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly
-I know he hear me when my feet get weary
-Cause we're the almost nearly extinct
-We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think
-I ain't here to argue about his facial features
-Or here to convert atheists into believers
-I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers
-The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus
-So here go my single dog, radio needs this
-They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
-That means guns, sex, lies, videotape
-But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh?
-Well if this take away from my spins
-Which'll probably take away from my ends
-Then I hope this take away from my sins
-And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about
-Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out
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-Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West
-Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he's so impressed
-I mean damn, did you even see the test?
-You got D's, muthafucka D's, Rosie Perez
-And yer ass barely passed any and every class
-Looking at every ass, cheated on every test
-I guess, this is my dissertation
-Homie this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation
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-Good morning, on this day we become legendary
-Everything we dreamed of
-I'm like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary
-Detroit Red cleaned up
-From the streets to the league, from a eighth to a ki'
-But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
-From the moments of pain, look how far we done came
-Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang
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-Good morning, look at the valedictorian
-Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
-Scared to face the world, complacent career student
-Some people graduate, but be still stupid
-They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around
-Just peep this, preachers, teach us, Jesus
-Okay look up now, they done stoled yo' streetness
-After all of that you received this
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-I'm the one, baby, yeah, I'm the one, baby
-Since God gave his only begotten son, baby
-It's hard preachin' the gospel to the slums lately
-So I had to put the church on the drums, baby
-You on a run, baby, you on a run, baby
-You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby
-You think you me, but you ain't me, what you done lately?
-Mhm that's cool but I been runnin on the sun, baby
-We on a galaxy the haters cannot visit
-That's my reality so get off my Scott Disick
-If you ever held a title belt, you would know how Michael felt
-Tyson, Jackson, Jordan - Michael Phelps
-Yeahhh, had to take it to another realm
-Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed
-Best way to describe my position is at the helm
-Best way to describe my new whip - Yeeeaaaalmmp
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-Welcome to the good life, where niggas who sell D
-Won't even get pulled over in they new V
-The good life, let's go on a living spree
-Shit, they say the best things in life are free
-The good life, it feel like Atlanta
-It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
-It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi
-Ah! (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky)
-So I roll through good
-Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
-And she got the goods
-And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry!
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-Welcome to the good life!
-Where we like the girls who ain't on TV
-Cause they got mo' (ass than the models)
-The good life, so keep it comin' with the bottles
-Cause she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo
-The good life, it feel like Houston
-It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C
-It feel like V.A. or the Bay or Yay
-Ay, this is the good life (Welcome to the good life)
-Homey tell me what's good
-Why I only got a problem when you in the hood (Welcome to the good life)
-Like I'm new in the hood
-The only thing I wish, I wish a nigga would (Welcome to the good life!)
-He probably think he could
-But, but, I don't think he should (Welcome to the good life)
-50 told me, go 'head, switch the style up
-And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up
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-Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, while gettin some brain
-Whipped it out, she said "I never seen Snakes on a Plane"
-Whether you broke or rich you gotta get this
-Havin' money's not everything, not havin' it is
-I was splurgin' on Tryst, but when I get my card back
-Activated, I'm back to Vegas
-Cause (the good life) I always had a passion for flashin'
-Befo' I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined the good life
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-Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
-Before Cam got the shit to pop
-The doors was closed
-I felt like Bad Boy's street team; I couldn't work the locks
-Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan
-Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van
-Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them
-Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment
-Let's take 'em back to the club
-Least about an hour I stand on line
-I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour
-After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine
-Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!"
-Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!"
-A hip-hop legend
-I think I died in that accident, 'cause this must be Heaven
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-Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
-Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
-I'd do anything to say I got it
-Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket
-Before anybody wanted K. West beats
-Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC
-Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns
-Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?"
-Baby, I'm going on an aeroplane
-And I don't know if I'll be back again
-Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets
-But when she came to kick it, things became different
-Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on
-Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long
-I'm trying to right my wrongs
-But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song
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-Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
-Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
-And I've realized that I've arrived
-Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
-Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I think 'em
-That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
-Damn, is he really that caught up?
-I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get brought up?
-I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
-Or even a four-track recorder
-So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
-It's for yourself, that's important
-If your stripper name "Porscha" and you get tips from many men
-Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan"
-Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
-I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because
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-I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me
-Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
-Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
-30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' him
-What more could you ask for? The international asshole
-Who complain about what he is owed?
-And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
-You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
-And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
-When he came in the game, he made his own lane
-Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name
-It's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne
-Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
-Back in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe Town
-Life movin' too fast I need to slow down
-Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down
-My father been said I need Jesus
-So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar
-The preacher said we need leaders
-Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
-You know who you call, you got a message, then leave it
-The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
-Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
-Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic
-After debris settles and the dust get swept off
-Big K pick up where young Hov left off
-Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
-I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
-A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
-Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
-Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
-In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
-People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
-That'll be the same day I give the game back
-You know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?"
-This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
-"What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
-They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen"
-R-r-r-r-right here stands a man
-With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands
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-I get down for my grandfather who took my mama
-Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
-At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sit-ins
-And with that in my blood I was born to be different
-Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
-But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership
-Swear I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
-Racism's still alive, they just be concealin' it
-But I know they don't want me in the damn club
-They even made me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
-I done did dirt and went to church and get my hands scrubbed
-Swear I've been baptized 'least 3 or 4 times
-But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
-Its gonna take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
-Like it take a lot more than doo rags to get you waves
-Nothing sad as that day my girl's father passed away
-So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
-And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
-And I know that you were smiling when you see the car I bought her
-You sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up
-But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
-Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye
-First Aaliyah now Romeo must die
-I know I got angels watching me from the other side
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-It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout; picture
-Us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg and yell out "Jigga"
-Yeah, that's what we'll yell out, yell out
-You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
-J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
-Now he won't even step to his idol to say hi
-Standing there like a mime and let the chance pass by
-Back of my mind, "He could change your life
-With all these beats I did, at least let him hear it
-At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
-But he got me out me out my momma crib
-Then he help me get my momma a crib
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-Fresh off the plane, I'm off to Baseline
-Nothing handed out, I'm 'bout to take mine
-'round the same time of that Blueprint 1
-And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for him
-I'd play my little songs in that old back room
-He'd bob his head and say "Damn! Oh, that's you?"
-But by The Black Album, I was blacking out
-Partyin' S.O.B.'s and we had packed a crowd
-Big brother got his show up at Madison Square
-And I'm like "Yeah, yeah, we gon' be there" but
-Not only did I not get a chance to spit it
-Carline told me I could buy two tickets
-I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different
-And kept little brother at bay, at a distance
-But everything that I felt was more bogus
-Only made me more focused, only wrote more potent
-Only thing I wanna know is why I get looked over
-I guess I'll understand when I get more older
-Big brother saw me at the bottom of the totem
-Now I'm on the top and everybody on the scrotum
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-Have you ever walked in the shadow of a giant?
-Not only a client, the Presidito, hola, Hovito
-The game gettin' foul so here's a free throw
-I was always on the other side of the peephole
-Then I dropped "Jesus Walks" now I'm on the steeple
-And we know, "New Jack City" got to keep my brother
-But to be number one I'mma beat my brother
-On that "Diamonds" remix I swore I spazzed
-Then my big brother came through and kicked my ass
-Sibling rivalry, only I could see
-It was the pride in me that was drivin' me
-At the Grammys I said, "I inspired me"
-But my big brother who I always tried to be
-When I kicked a flow it like pick-and-roll
-Cause even if he gave me the rock, it's give-and-go
-I guess Beanie's style was more of a slam dunk
-But my shit was more like a finger roll
-But I had them singles though
-And them hoes at the show gonna mingle, yo, heh, y'all know
-I told Jay I did a song with Coldplay
-Next thing I know he got a song with Coldplay
-Back in my mind I'm like "Damn, no way"
-Translate, espanol "No way, Jose"
-Then I went and told Jay Brown
-Shoulda known that was gonna come back around
-Shoulda talked to you like a man, shoulda told you first
-But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse
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-And I'll never let my son have an ego
-He'll be nice to everyone, wherever we go
-I mean I might even make him be Republican
-So everybody know he love white people
-And I'll never let him leave his college girlfriend
-And get caught up with the groupies in the whirlwind
-And I'll never let him ever hit the telethon
-I mean even if people dyin' and the world ends
-See, I just want him to have an easy life
-Not like Yeezy life, just want him to be someone people like
-Don't want him to be hated all the time, judged
-Don't be like your daddy that would never budge
-And I'll never let him ever hit a strip club
-I learned the hard way, that ain't the place to get love
-And I'll never let his mom move to LA
-Knowin' she couldn't take the pressure now we all pray
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-I think I just fell in love with a porn star
-Turn the camera on, she a born star
-Turn the corners in a foreign car
-Call the coroners, do the CPR
-She gave that old nigga a ulcer
-Her bittersweet taste made his gold teeth ache
-Make her knees shake, make a priest faint
-Make a nun cum, make her cremate
-Move downtown, cop a sweet space
-Livin' life like we won the sweepstakes, what
-We headed to hell for heaven's sakes, huh
-Well I'mma levitate, make the devil wait, yeah!
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-Never in your wildest dreams
-Never in your wildest dreams, in your wildest
-You could hear the loudest screams
-Comin' from inside the screen, you a wild bitch
-Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy
-Said her price go down, she ever fuck a black guy
-Or do anal, or do a gangbang
-It's kinda crazy that's all considered the same thing
-Well I guess a lotta niggas do gang bang
-And if we run trains, we all in the same gang
-Runaway slaves all on a chain gang
-Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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-One day I'm gon' marry a porn star
-We'll have a big-ass crib and a long yard
-We'll have a mansion and some fly maids
-Nothin' to hide, we both screwed the bridesmaids
-She wanna role play, 'til I roll over
-I'mma need a whole day, at least rolled doja
-What party is we goin' to on Oscar day
-'specially if she can't get that dress from Oscar de
-La Renta, they wouldn't rent her, they couldn't take the shame
-Snatched the dress off her back and told her, “Get away”
-How could you say they live they life wrong?
-When you never fuck with the lights on
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-Mmm ain't this some shit? Pulled up in the A-V-entador
-And the doors, raise up, like praise the Lord
-Did the fashion show, and a tour, and a movie, and a score
-This a ghetto opera, Francis Foreign Car Coppola
-I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross'd told me that
-Said I'd be all up in Goldman Sachs like, "These niggas tryna hold me back
-These niggas tryna hold me back", I'm just trying to protect my stacks
-Mitt Romney, don't pay no tax, Mitt Romney, don't pay no tax
-Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back, Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back
-Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axel Foley at?
-"Ease up there, baby boy": Ving Rhames told Jody that
-R. Kelly and the God of rap
-Shitting on you, holy crap
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-I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
-This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine
-I'm finna take yall back to them better times
-I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind
-I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi
-Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
-You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
-Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
-You work late nights just to keep on the lights
-Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
-And you would give anything in this world
-Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl
-And you never put no man over me
-And I love you for that mommy can't you see?
-Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
-Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry
-As we knelt on the kitchen floor
-I said mommy I'mma love you till you don't hurt no more
-And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more
-And I'mma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford
-See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable
-Highly capable, lady that's makin loot
-A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do
-Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
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-Forrest Gump mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates"
-My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate
-Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with
-But still supported me when I did the opposite
-Now I feel like it's things I gotta get
-Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
-You was getting through, can the choir please
-Give me a verse of "You Are So Beautiful To Me"
-Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry
-Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy
-Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet
-Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
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-Tell your job you gotta fake em out
-Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
-To a restaurant, upper echelon
-I'mma get you a Jag, whatever else you want
-Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?
-Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
-It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
-For me to just call and say: (Hey Mama)
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-And I heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
-From the Chi, like Tim it's a harder way
-So this is in the name of love like Robert say
-Before you ask me to go get a job today
-Can I at least get a raise of the minimum wage?
-And I know that the government administer AIDS
-So I guess we just pray like the minister say
-Allāhu Akbar and throw him some hot cars
-Things we see on the screen that's not ours
-But these niggas from the hood so these dreams not far
-Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars
-But they can't cop cars without seeing cop cars
-I guess they want us all behind bars - I know it
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-They say people in your life for seasons
-And anything that happen is for a reason
-And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing
-And Gran keep praying and keep believing
-In Jesus, and one day that you see him
-'Til then walk in his footsteps and try to be him
-The devil is alive I feel him breathin
-Claiming money is the key, so keep on dreamin
-And put them lottery tickets just to tease us
-My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down
-So now my little cousin smokin them cigarettes now
-His job try to claim that he too niggerish now
-Is it cause his skin blacker than licorice now
-I can't figure it out, I'm sick of it now
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-Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment
-Aren't you a sight for red eyes
-I just flew in and slipped in on your left side
-Just a satin gown, you asleep with no make-up
-I'm just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up
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-We had problems but it's all in the past
-Everybody got problems baby, algebra class
-Remember I used to do things that'd make you laugh
-Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass
-You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain
-Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain
-Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains
-And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name
-But, they never let us do our thing
-Everybody lying on who I bang
-We was on fire but they blew our flame
-Ain't no denying baby you have changed
-Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten
-Your hips start switching, you're pissed off, tripping
-Cause even when we're kissing baby girl feel different
-Friends all diss him like, "No he didn't?
-No he didn't, is you talking about Kitten?
-Is that bitch still stripping?
-Trying to get a pair of Christians?"
-I swear to God that they got you going crazy
-But you play it off and say, "How is work baby?"
-Well some of the models is too coked up to walk straight
-But seem to still love the man that they all hate
-But babe I call you back and say that you say that always
-And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait
-See, she knew about all my lies the whole time
-And my credit's so bad I can't get no one to cosign
-I would've thought she would've bust in the door cryin'
-But she upped and left a nigga and she ain't give me no sign
-Now, she back in the club in a tight dress
-With dreams of someday wearing a white dress
-Seen with some lame, it's a miracle that she'd
-Talk to a nigga with a ten-year ago swag
-Plus I don't like none of her girlfriends
-Quote unquote, "Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends."
-On the phone, hollin' that "niggas is whatever"
-Let's fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever
-Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home
-Rome is where she act like she ain't got no fucking phone
-I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown
-So I can't bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned
-So a nigga had to hop on a plane
-A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain
-Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner
-Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her
-And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress
-At first sight I could picture you in a white dress."
-Thirty foot train, diamond from Lorraine
-Just to make up for all the years and the pain
-Family on both sides, I'm so glad you came
-Aunty couldn't make it, oh no that's a shame
-Wedding in June, what could be better?
-Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever
-Take the very last car of the Eurostar
-Tell the conductor, "Just drive so far."
-Told some of your friends and they wasn't excited
-Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited
-We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting
-Tell Peaches light the herb cause we just reunited
-Let's make a move from these herbs, go somewhere in private
-I'm talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot
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-How could you be so
-Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo?
-Just remember that you talking to me though
-You need to watch the way you talking to me, yo
-I mean, after all the things that we been through
-I mean, after all the things we got into
-Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me
-Ayo, I did some things, but that's the old me
-And now you wanna get me back
-And you gonna show me
-So you walk around like you don't know me
-You got a new friend, well, I got homies
-But in the end it's still so lonely
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-How could you be so Dr. Evil?
-You bringing out a side of me that I don't know
-I decided we wasn't gonna speak, so
-Why we up 3 AM on the phone?
-Why do she be so mad at me for?
-Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold
-I won't stop, won't mess my groove up
-'Cause I already know how this thing go
-You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me
-They say that they don't see what you see in me
-You wait a couple of months, then you gonna see
-You'll never find nobody better than me
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-You don't see just how wild the crowd is (realize)
-You don't see just how fly my style is (realize)
-I don't see why I need a stylist (realize)
-When I shop so much I can speak Italian (realize)
-I don't know I just want it better for my kids (realize)
-And I ain't saying we was from the projects (realize)
-But every time I wanna layaway or deposit (realize)
-My dad'd say "when you see clothes, close your eyelids" (realize)
-We was sort of like Will Smith and his son (realize)
-In the movie -- I ain't talking 'bout the rich ones (realize)
-Cause every summer
-He'll get some brand new harebrained scheme to get rich from (realize)
-And I don't know what he did for dough (realize)
-But he'll send me back to school with a new wardrobe
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-When it feel like living's harder than dying (realize)
-For me giving up's way harder than trying (realize)
-Lauryn Hill said her heart was in Zion (realize)
-I wish her heart still was in rhyming (realize)
-Cause who the kids gon' listen to, huh? (realize)
-I guess me if it isn't you (realize)
-Last week I paid a visit to the institute (realize)
-They got the dropout keeping kids in the school (realize)
-I guess I cleaned up my act like Prince'd do (realize)
-If not for pleasure, then at least for the principle (realize)
-They got the CD, they got to see me (realize)
-Drop gems like I dropped out of PE (realize)
-They used to feel invisible (realize)
-Now they know they invincible
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-I paid for them titties, get your own
-It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
-She say I care more about them basquions
-Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's yacht
-Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
-Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her
-Seat by actors, ball players and drug dealers
-And some lesbians that never loved niggas
-Twisted love story, True Romance
-Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
-I'm a freak, huh, rock star life
-The second girl with us, that's our wife
-Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
-Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle
-No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
-But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle
-Where she at? In the middle
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-I'll never be picture-perfect Beyoncé
-Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey
-Remember him from Blackstreet? He was as black as the street was
-I'll never be as laid back as this beat was
-I never could see why people reach a
-Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
-You see how I creeped up?
-You see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
-I'll never rock a mink coat in the wintertime like Killa Cam
-Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like Will.I.Am
-Let me know if you feel it, man
-Cause everything I'm not made me everything I am
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-And I'm back to tear it up
-Haters start your engines, I hear 'em gearing up
-People talk so much shit about me at barbershops
-They forget to get their hair cut
-Ok, fair enough, the streets is flaring up
-Cause they want gun talk, or I don't wear enough
-Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos
-Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows
-So say goodbye to the NAACP award
-Goodbye to the India Arie award
-They'd rather give me the "Nigga Please" Award
-But I'll just take the "I Got a Lot of Cheese" Award
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-I know that people wouldn't usually rap this
-But I got the facts to back this
-Just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets
-Man, killing's some wack shit
-Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'
-Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?
-He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland
-I need to talk to somebody, pastor
-The church want tithe, so I can't afford to pay
-Pink slip on my door, cause I can't afford to stay
-My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say
-That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today
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-You sweat her and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi
-You a Big L and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
-See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
-Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
-(Brother Numpsay!) groupies say I'm too choosy
-Take em to the show and talk all through the movies
-Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
-If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way
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-Y'all don't want no prob' from me
-What you rappers could get is a job from me
-Maybe you could be my intern and in turn
-I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter
-Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn
-Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn
-Plus he already got three children
-Arguin' over babysitters like bitch it's yo turn
-"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you
-Even your superficial raps is super-official"
-R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on
-With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on
-Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long
-Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone
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-Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
-Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh
-I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out
-So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
-And that make me wanna get my advance out
-And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house
-Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind
-Kanye step away from the lime
-Light like when I was on the grind
-In the 1-9-9-9
-Before model chicks was bending over
-Or dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover?"
-Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova
-We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
-What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?
-Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role
-My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
-Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
-Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'
-How we out in Europe, spending Euros
-They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
-I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
-I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
-Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
-But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
-You'll sell everything including the mannequin
-They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
-Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
-Shorties at the door cause they need more
-Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
-They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"
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-I told my mama I was on the come up
-She said, "You going to school, I'll give you a summer"
-Then she met No I.D. and gave me his number
-Ten years later she driving a Hummer
-Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye
-What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay
-And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy
-I guess I'm getting high off my own supply
-Downtown mixing fabrics tryna find the magic
-Started a little blog just to get some traffic
-Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic
-A million hits and the web crashes, damn!
-South Park had them all laughing
-Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin'
-Ignore the critics just to say we did it
-This ain't no fashion show mothafucka, we live it
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-I've been waiting on this my whole life
-These dreams be waking me up at night
-You say I think I'm never wrong
-You know what, maybe you're right, aight
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-You say he get on your fucking nerves
-You hope that he get what he deserves, word
-Do you even remember what the issue is?
-You just trying to find where the tissue is
-You can still be who you wish you is
-It ain't happen yet
-And that's what intuition is
-When you hop back in the car
-Drive back to the crib
-Run back to their arms
-The smokescreens
-The chokes and the screams
-You ever wonder what it all really means?
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-And I'm back on my grind
-A psychic read my lifeline
-Told me in my lifetime
-My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
-And that's why I'm
-Seven o'clock, that's primetime
-Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hotlines
-Why he keep giving me hot lines?
-I'm a star, how could I not shine?
-How many ladies in the house?
-How many ladies in the house without a spouse?
-Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
-What you about?
-On that independent shit
-Trade it all for a husband and some kids
-You ever wonder what it all really mean?
-You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?
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-If my manager insults me again
-I will be assaulting him
-After I fuck the manager up
-Then I'm gonna shorten the register up
-Let's go back, back to the Gap
-Look at my check, wasn't no scratch
-So if I stole, wasn't my fault
-Yeah I stole, never got caught
-They take me to the back and pat me
-Askin' me about some khakis
-But let some black people walk in
-I bet you they show off their token blackie
-Oh now they love Kanye, let's put him all in the front of the store
-So I'm on break next to the "No Smokin'" sign with a blunt in the mall
-Takin' my hits, writing my hits
-Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind
-This fuckin' job can't help him
-So I quit, y'all welcome
-Y'all don't know my struggle
-Y'all can't match my hustle
-You can't catch my hustle
-You can't fathom my love dude
-Lock yourself in a room doing 5 beats a day for 3 summers
-That's a Different World like Cree Summer's
-I deserve to do these numbers
-"The kid that made that deserves that Maybach!"
-So many records in my basement
-I'm just waiting on my spaceship
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-N-n-n-now, my flow
-Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics
-I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
-My freshman year I was going through hella problems
-'Til I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college
-My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
-I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
-My heart, and if you follow the charts
-Or the plaques or the stacks
-You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
-I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful
-But this bastard's flow will bash your skull
-And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro'
-And I don't, usually smoke
-But pass the 'dro
-And I won't, give you that money that you asking for
-Why you think me and Dame cool? We assholes
-That's why we hear your music in fast forward
-'Cuz we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo'
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-N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
-E-mailing me at 11:26?
-Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d
-You know how girls on Black Planet be when they get bubbly
-At NYU but she hail from Kansas
-Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus
-Sent me a picture of her feelin' on Candice
-Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
-W-H-I-T-E, it's getting late mami
-Your screen saver say tweet, so you got to "call me"
-And bring a friend for my friend, his name Kweli
-(You mean Talib? Lyrics sticks to your rib)
-I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
-I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lyin')
-Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
-She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
-Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time
-And get her high
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-I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
-Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez
-Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
-Grew up on Mobb Deep, speak that Jourdan Dunn language
-Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
-I wonder how it feel to lower Stone's walls
-Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her
-And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina
-I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
-I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
-Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
-Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik
-Get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single
-Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo
-I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand
-I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen
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-If this is your first time hearin' this
-You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man
-We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted
-Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man
-But as a shorty I looked up to the dopeman
-Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man
-Flickin' Starter coats, man
-Man, you don't know, man
-We don't care what people say
-This is for my niggas outside all winter
-Cause this summer they ain't finna say: "next summer I'm finna"
-Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
-This dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship
-Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition
-And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
-So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
-You gotta do somethin' man, your ass is grown
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-The second verse is for my dogs workin' 9 to 5 that still hustle
-Cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55
-And everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's
-And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up
-We put shit on layaway, then come back
-We claim other people kids on our income tax
-We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid
-And we don't care what people say
-Momma say she wanna move South
-Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house
-'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house
-Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work
-He figured he'd take work
-The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight
-A nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight
-But we gon' keep bakin' til the day we get cake
-And "we don't care what people say"
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-You know the kids gon' act a fool
-When you stop the programs for after school
-And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
-They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
-We scream: "rocks, blow, weed, park", see, now we smart
-We ain't retards, the way teachers thought
-Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash
-Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class
-Sad enough we on welfare
-They tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair
-I'm tryna get the car with the chromie wheels here
-They tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here
-Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
-When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance
-Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
-But "we don't care what people say"
-My niggas
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-This is family business
-And this is for the family that can't be with us
-And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us
-This why I spit it in my songs so sweet
-Like a photo of your granny's picture
-Now that you're gone it hit us
-Super hard on Thankgiving and Christmas, this can't be right
-Yeah you heard the track I did man, "This Can't Be Life"
-Somebody please say grace so I can save face
-And have a reason to cover my face
-I even made you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it
-Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
-When I brought it why the guard have to look all through it?
-As kids we used to laugh
-Who knew that life would move this fast?
-Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?
-And look, tell me you ain't did it then you ain't did it
-And if you did, then that's family business
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-This is family business
-And this is for everybody standing with us
-Come on, let's take a family Grammy picture
-Abi, remember when they ain't believe in me?
-Now she like "See, that's my cousin on TV!"
-Now, we gettin' it and we gon' make it
-And they gon' hate it and I'm his favorite
-I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
-But when we get together be electric slidin'
-Grandma, get 'em shook up
-Aw naw, don't open the photo book up
-I got an Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name
-But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane
-You know that one auntie, you don't mean to be rude
-But every holiday nobody eating her food
-And you don't wanna stay there cause them your worst cousins
-Got roaches at their crib like them your first cousins
-Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
-Fit 3 in the bed if it's 6 of y'all
-I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
-But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bed
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-I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind
-A creative way to rhyme without using knives and guns
-Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God
-And keep your face to the risin' sun
-All my niggas from the Chi, that's my family, dog
-And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dog
-I feel like one day you'll understand me, dog
-You can still love your man and be manly, dog
-You ain't got to get heated at every house warmin'
-Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman
-Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Shiela always performin'?
-The second she storm out then he storm in
-Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion
-And drink some wine like Communion
-And act like everything fine and if it isn't
-We ain't letting everybody in our family business
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-Yeah, uh, now I'ma need you to kill the hypocrisy
-This is an aristocracy
-I'm Socrates, but my skin more chocolatey
-What's up with who? That's old news
-I'm in a speedboat in my boat shoes
-Hah? I swear my whole collection's so cruise
-I might walk in Nobu wit' no shoes
-"He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods
-That nigga crazy, I told you"
-Immature adult, insecure asshole
-And if you fall on the concrete, that's your ass fault
-If you pass on a Kan' beat, that's your last fault
-Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low
-She got a big booty, but she couldn't drop that ass low
-'Til you take your last ho and rope up all the cashflow
-When you gettin' money, they be all up on your ass, yo
-When you gettin' money, cops don't let a nigga pass Go
-Straight to jail, yo, in a hellhole
-Right next to Lucifer, tell em I said, "Hello"
-Ask if I'ma be there soon and tell him I said, “Hell no”
-Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?
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-Pour the champagne, let your watch show
-Shorty got a man watch; wrist look colossal
-I admit my first watch was a Fossil
-Now I'm in the Louvre lookin' for fossils
-'Tention to detail is so uncanny
-And the whip's on the Sprewells, it's so un-Camry
-Somebody need to put us on camera
-The world of Rollies and everyone families
-Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris
-Cute, your shorty watch Barney's, we head to Barney's
-End up at Marni, Giorgio, service from Sergio Tacchini
-Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo
-I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical
-This the Christ year, last year was magic; 32
-Lyrically, can't none of y'all murder 'Ye
-Cause y'all raps ain't got no vertebrae
-I got style, ask June if she heard of me
-I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate
-First of all, we all know the beats is
-Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus
-Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception
-Every one of His Majesty's swim parties is pageantries
-Cannonball off the divin' board when I am bored
-All my homies GDs, but I am Lord
-Rap god, Greek mythology
-And this life too crazy to think logically
-Here's somethin' that you could use in analogy
-My life is like a child's illusions become reality
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-Can I talk my shit again?
-Even if I don't hit again?
-Dog, are you fucking kidding?
-My hat, my shoes, my coat
-Louis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella Versace
-That's Louis Vuitton bitch
-I think Hennessy, I drank, I'm gone
-Off that Bacardi Limon and Corona. I'm zoning
-Class back in session so I upped it a grade
-Two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane Wade
-And, Hey
-Please don't start me
-I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley
-I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers
-While y'all was in limbo I raised the bar up
-I touched on everything
-Married to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a wedding ring
-Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter
-On nights when 'Ye romance
-Cameras flash so much
-That I gotta do that Yayo dance
-I'm on a world tour with Common, my man
-After each and every show a couple dykes in the van
-It's easy
-The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy
-And, oh yeah, Yeezy
-I did it for the glory
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-What am I supposed to do now?
-Man the game all messed up
-How I'm suppose to stand out when everybody get dressed up?
-So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta
-Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido
-But with my ego
-I can stand there in a speedo
-And be looked at like a fucking hero
-The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night
-The grind, the empty bottles of No-Doz
-Tank on empty, whipping my mamma's Volvo
-I spent that gas money on clothes with logos
-The fur is Hermes, shit that you don't floss
-The Goyard so hard man, I'm Hugo's boss
-Why I gotta ask what that Tudor cost
-House on the hill
-Two doors from Tracey Ross
-And I'm asking about her girlfriends
-Yeah, the dark skin'ed ones
-She asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we rented 'em
-When you meet me in person what do you feel like?
-I know, I know I look better in real life
-I hear people compare themselves to big a lot
-You know B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot
-I guess after I live I wanna be compared to B.I.G
-Any one: Big Pun, Big L or Notorious
-'Till then, get money and stunt and stay glorious
-And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit
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-I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me
-Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
-So please don't judge me, uh, for the followin':
-Fat bitches swallowin', skinny bitches modelin'
-Take off that Givenchy and let's get raunchy
-I have your face looking all Captain Crunchy
-The devil stay testing, 'cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin
-But if it falls in your lap, it's a blessin'
-Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressin'
-French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive
-Hedi Slimane leathers
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-My homie Mali used to stay at 79th and May
-One of my best friends from back in the day
-Down the street from Calumet, a school full of Stones
-He nicknamed me K-Rock so they would leave me alone
-Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
-And walked around the mall with his radio face off
-Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand
-Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
-Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
-Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
-How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
-Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'
-Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
-Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
-Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
-Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
-See back-back then-then, if you had a car
-You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
-And I was just a virgin, a baby
-One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
-I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
-Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
-We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall
-They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all
-With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but dog
-Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers
-So put me on with these hoes, homie
-He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie
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-I do it for the forefathers, yeah, the street authors
-That are now A&Rs in the cheap office
-Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
-Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
-Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
-She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
-Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
-And she want me to cum all over her damn face
-I never understood planned parenthood
-Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
-Taking refills of that Plan B pill
-Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
-If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
-They ain't crazy, they don't know how insanity feel
-Don C just had a shorty, so it's not that bad
-But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
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-No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto
-You know the demo, your boy act wild
-You ain't get the memo? Yeezy's back in style
-Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
-What's more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
-Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sistas
-They momma named them after white bitches
-So next time you see me on your fallopian
-Though the jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
-Stupid questions like “Is he gon' be dope again?
-Have you seen him? has anybody spoke to him?”
-This beat deserves Hennessey, a bad bitch
-And a bag of weed: the Holy Trinity
-In the mirror where I see my only enemy
-Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity
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-1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit ups right and
-Tuck your tummy tight and do your crunches like this
-Give head, stop breathe, get up, check your weave
-Don't drop the blunt and disrespect the weed
-Pick up your son and don't disrespect your seed
-It's a party tonight and ooh she's so excited
-Tell me who's invited: you, your friends and my dick
-What's scary to me is
-Henny makes girls look like Halle Berry to me
-So excuse me miss, I forgot your name
-Thank you, God bless you, good night I came, I came, I came
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-Oh girl your silhouette make me wanna light a cigarette
-My name Kanye from the Jigga set
-Twista said "Get It Wet"
-Ooh girl your breath is harsh!
-Cover your mouth up like you got SARS
-Off them tracks yea I bought them cars
-Still kill a nigga on 16 bars
-We ain't sweating to the oldies
-We juking to a cold beat
-Maybe one day girl we can bone
-So you can brag to all your homies now
-But I still mess with a big girl
-If you ain't fit girl, I'll still hit girl
-1 and you brought 2 friends
-OK, 3 more now hop in the Benz
-4-door - do you know the difference between a 5, 6, 7, 8
-All the mocha lattes you gotta do Pilates
-You gotta pop this tape in before you start back dating
-Hustlers, gangstas, all us ballas
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-Pray for me
-I'm about to hit the Ye button
-I don't wanna say nothin' wrong
-But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'
-Imagine if I ain't say somethin'
-Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin'
-I done lost and made money
-Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
-And I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
-And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka!
-Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
-I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store
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-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
-What I had to do, had to run from you
-I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
-And that haunted me, all the way home
-So you never know, never never know
-Never know enough, 'til it's over love
-'Til we lose control, SYSTEM OVERLOAD
-Screaming, "No, no, no, n-nooo!"
-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
-See I wanna move, but can't escape from you
-So I keep it low, keep a secret code
-So everybody else don't have to know
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-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
-I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true
-I got something to lose, so I gotta move
-I can't keep myself, and still keep you too
-So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own
-Somewhere far from home, in the danger zone
-How many times did I tell you 'fore it finally got through?
-You lose, you lose
-I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
-See I had to go, see I had to move
-No more wasting time, you can't wait for life
-We're just racing time, where's the finish line?
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-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
-I bet no one knew, I got no one new
-Know I said I'm through, but got love for you
-But I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
-Gotta keep it going, keep the loving going
-Keep it on the roll, only God knows
-If I be with you, baby I'm confused
-You choose, you choose
-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
-Where I wanna go, I don't need you
-I've been down this road, too many times before
-I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
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-Primetime, basking in the lime
-Cassius in his prime, coloring out of the line
-Cause they don't want nobody that's colored out of the lines
-So I'm late as a motherfucker, colored people time
-Damn, Yeezy, it all gotta be dimes?
-Well Adam gave up a rib, so mine better be prime
-Niggas gonna kill me, I swear they better be lying
-I never live in fear, I'm too out of my mind
-Primetime, never hit these heights
-I mean it's like, it's like our first first-class flight
-I'm tripping on it, socks on marble floors, I'm slipping on it
-Champagne I'm sipping on, shit tastes different, don't it?
-You know what? You right
-It's like the best damn champagne I had in my life
-"When you coming home?" That's a text from my wife
-I told her run a bubble bath
-And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft
-And soak in that motherfucker 'til I call you back
-I mean, who says shit like that and doesn't laugh?
-Hah...
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-Feelin better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
-Better than a chick that say yes too soon
-Until you have a daughter that's what I call karma
-And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon
-Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up
-Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up
-Why else you think shorties write rhymes just to blow up?
-Get they first car and then IRS show up
-He ain't never had shit, but he had that 9
-Nigga come through flickin and he had that shine
-Put 2 and 2 together and a little bad weather
-Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line
-Asked the reverend was the strip clubs cool
-If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school
-That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey
-I ain't in the Klan but I brought my hood with me
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-Can I talk my shit again?
-Can I talk my shit again?!
-I can't believe I'm back up in this muh'fucker
-I'mma be late though
-I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear
-Yeah... the Roc is definitely in the building
-GOOD Music's definitely in the building
-I gotta say what's up to Tony Williams
-On the vocals sings, he sings quite beautifully
-Don't you agree? Don't you agree?
-Uhh, and Jon Brion on the keys right now
-And Warren Campbell on the keys right now
-So they ask me - why you call it Late Registration 'Ye?
-Cause we takin these muh'fuckers back to school
-If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along
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-I know it's past visiting hours
-But can I please give her these flowers?
-The doctor don't wanna take procedures
-He claim her heart can't take the anaesthesia
-It'll send her body into a seizure
-That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin
-Hey chick, I'm at a loss for words
-What do you say at this time? Remember when I was 9?
-Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin'
-Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin'
-I'm arguin like what kind of doctor can we fly in
-You know the best medicine go to people that's paid
-If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
-And all the broke motherfuckers passed away
-You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA
-Right now she'd be okay? But since she
-Was just a secretary, worked for the church for 35 years
-Things 'sposed to stop right here
-My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he's strong
-That's where I get my confidence from
-I asked the nurse "Did you do the research?"
-She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?"
-Bitch, is you smokin reefer?
-You don't see that we hurt? But still
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-They outside of the emergency room, room
-You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat
-If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon
-But right now she asleep, sleep, sleep
-My momma say they say she could pass away any day
-Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway?
-Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt
-Cousin Kim took off of work
-Plus my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Clay and Aunt Jean
-So many Aunties we could have an Auntie Team
-Feel like Amerie, it's just "One Thing"
-When they said that she made it you see they eyes gleam
-I think we at a all-time high
-To get there, we run, we fly, we drive
-Cause with my family we know where home is
-And so instead of sending flowers, we're the roses
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-I'mma get on this TV, mama
-I'mma, I'mma put shit down
-I'mma make sure these light-skinned niggas
-Never, ever, never come back in style
-Told 'em I finished school and I started my own business
-They say "Oh you graduated?" No, I decided I was finished
-Chasing y'all dreams and what you've got planned
-Now I spit it so hot, you got tanned
-Back to school and I hate it there, I hate it there
-Everything I want, I gotta wait a year, I wait a year
-This nigga graduated at the top of our class
-I went to Cheesecake, he was a motherfucking waiter there
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-I got a Jones like Norah for your soror
-Bring more of them girls I've seen in The Aurora
-Tammy, Becky, and Laura, or a Shirley
-I'm trying to hit it early, like I'm in a hurry
-See, that's how dude became the young Pootie Tang: "tippy tow"
-Roc-a-fella chain, yeah that's my rapper style
-Rosary piece, yeah that's my Catholic style
-Red and white One's, yeah that's my Kappa style
-And I ain't even pledge
-Crack my head on the steering wheel and I ain't even dead
-If I could go through all that and still be breathing
-Bitch bend over, I'm here for a reason
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-What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?
-I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three
-She's got the same thing, about me, but more, about us
-She's coming over, so I guess, that means, I'm her drugs
-Just let me peek now, I mean damn, I'm so curious
-She's got a lover, so the lies, and the lust, is a rush
-Time's of the essence, I need, you to be spontaneous
-Roll up the doja, Henny and Coca-Cola
-Then I'm co coming over cause it's never over
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-I see the emotion in your eyes, that you, try not to show
-We get the closest when you high, or you drunk, or you blown
-So I pour the potion, so we could both get high, as we could go
-Then I'll get the lotion, and do somethin' to me, when your thighs is exposed
-There's no turning back now, I mean I don't mean to impose
-Not now but right now, I need you to undress, and then pose
-I'm into that now, catch a vibe, when the doors, get closed
-Roll up the doja, Henny and Coca Cola
-And I keep co coming over cause it's never over
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-Lift off, lift off, takin' my coat off
-Showing my tattoos, I'm such a show off, huh
-I feel the pain and then roll off
-I got the whole city, they about to go off
-How many niggas with me up and in the aisle?
-How many people want to roll on me now?
-Like you know na na na, you know me by now
-Know me, know me by now
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-Dude! Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa, bitches
-Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot
-Ask for it I did it, that asshole done did it
-Talked it then he lived it, spit it then he shit it
-I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas
-But only I could come up with some shit like this
-I done played the underdog my whole career
-I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year
-They say "he going crazy and we seen this before"
-But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
-And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo
-Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head
-Cause my Dior got me more model head
-I'm insulted, you should go 'head
-And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead
-And the flow just hit code red
-Top 5 MCs, you ain't gotta remind me
-Top 5 MCs: you gotta rewind me
-I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me
-But my head's so big you can't sit behind me
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-And she claims she only with me for the currency
-You cut me deep bitch, cut me like surgery
-And I was too proud to admit that it was hurting me
-I'd never do that to you, at least purposely
-We breaking up again, we making up again
-But we don't love no more, I guess we fucking then
-Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her?
-And you mix them emotions with tequila
-And you mix that with a little bad advice
-On one of them bad nights, y'all have a bad fight
-And you talk about her family, her aunts and shit
-And she say "Motherfucker your momma's a bitch."
-You know, domestic drama and shit, all the attitude
-I'd never hit a girl, but I'll shake the shit out of you
-But I'mma be the bigger man
-Big pimpin' like Jigga man
-Oh I guess I figure it's
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-And my niggas said I shouldn't let it worry me
-I need to focus on the girls we gettin' currently
-But I been thinkin' and it got me back to sinkin'
-And this relationship it even got me back to drinkin'
-Now this Hennessy
-It's gonna be the death of me
-And I always thought that you having my child was our destiny
-But I can't even vibe with you sexually
-Cause every time that I'd try you would question me
-Saying, "You fucking them girls, disrespecting me
-You don't see how your lies is affecting me?
-You don't see how our life was supposed to be?
-And I never let a nigga get that close to me
-And you ain't cracked up to what you were supposed to be
-You always gone, you always be where them ho's will be."
-And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me
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-My friend showed me pictures of his kids
-And all I could show him was pictures of my cribs
-He said his daughter got a brand new report card
-And all I got was a brand new sports car, oh
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-Dad cracked a joke, all the kids laughed
-But I couldn't hear him all the way in first class
-Chased the good life my whole life long
-Look back on my life and my life gone
-Where did I go wrong?
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-My god-sister getting married by the lake
-But I couldn't figure out who I'd wanna take
-Bad enough that I showed up late
-I had to leave before they even cut the cake
-Welcome to heartbreak
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-Driving around town looking for the best spot
-For the drunk and hot girls
-Up in the club look at here what we got
-Some drunk and hot girls
-Stop dancing with your girlfriend and come dance with me
-Stop talking 'bout your boyfriend since he is not me
-Stop running up my tab cause these drinks is not free
-You drunk and hot girl
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-I don't want to drop your friends off, I just want you
-You drunk and hot girl
-You want to sit down but we hit the drive-thru
-You drunk and hot girl
-Please don't fall asleep, baby, we almost back
-Please don't throw up in the car, we almost crashed
-Oh, now you sober, how'd I know you'd say that
-You drunk and hot girl
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-Don't tell me, you sing, you about to get a deal
-You drunk and hot girl
-"Ah da da da da." That's how the fuck you sound
-You drunk and hot girl, yeah
-You only live once, do whatever you like
-I thought I'd be with you for only one night
-Now I'm with this girl for the rest of my life
-That drunk and hot girl
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-Two words, Chi-town, South Side, worldwide
-Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' die
-One neck two chains, one waist two gats
-One wall twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that
-I am limelight, Blueprint five mics
-Go Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice
-Most imitated, Grammy nominated
-Hotel accommodated, cheerleader prom-dated
-Barbershop playa-hated, mom-and-pop bootlegged it
-Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in
-Two words, Chi-town raised me crazy
-So I live by two words: "fuck you, pay me"
-Screamin' "Jesus save me"
-You know how the game be
-I can't let 'em change me
-Cause on judgment day, you gon' blame me
-Look, God, it's the same me
-And I basically know now
-We get racially profiled
-'Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down
-Plus I got a whole city to hold down
-From the bottom so the top's
-The only place to go now
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-I told her to "drive over in your new whip, bring some friends you cool with
-I'mma bring the Cool Whip,then I want you to strip
-See you is my new chick,so we get our grind on
-She be grabbing, calling me Biggie, like Shyne home
-Man I swear she fine,homes,why she always lying though?
-Telling me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones
-She got a light-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson
-Got a dark-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson
-I played Ready for the World,she was ready for some action
-My dogg said, you ain't a freak, so you gotta prove my man wrong
-I'mma play this Vandross, you gon' take your pants off
-I'mma play this Gladys Knight,me and you, gon' get right
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-Tell me right now
-You really wanna spend your whole life alone?
-A little time out might do you good, might do us good
-Before we be done for good
-Cause I could make it good I could make it hood
-I can make you come I can make you go
-I can make you high I can make you fly
-Make you touch the sky hey maybe so
-All of the time
-You be up in mine checking through my cell phone baby no
-You wanna kill the vibe on another night
-Here's another fight oh here we go
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-All of the time
-You wanna complain about the nights alone
-So now you're here with me
-Show some gratitude leave the attitude way back at home
-Yea you see em look
-Baby let em look give us cold looks cause we look cold
-Yea you heard about all the word of mouth
-Don't worry about what we can't control
-All the talk in the world lost in the world
-Till you finally let that thing go
-You wanna check in to the heartbreak hotel
-But sorry we're closed
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-How we stop the Black Panthers?
-Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
-You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearing
-When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin
-Crack raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland
-We invested in that, it's like we got Merrill lynched
-And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since
-Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
-So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it
-Sell it, the fiends cop it, nowadays they can't tell if
-That's that good shit, we ain't sure man
-Put the CD on your tongue, yeah that's pure man
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-From the place where the father's gone, the mothers is hardly home
-And the Madigan's lock us up in the Audy Home
-How the Mexicans say, we just tryin to party holmes
-They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
-Who gave Saddam anthrax?
-George Bush got the answers
-Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical
-Arm & Hammer baking soda raised they own quota
-Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove cause
-Cause, dreams of being Hova
-Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman
-To bein the President, look there's hope man
-This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks man
-Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin
-...and this is the soundtrack
-This the type of music that you make when you 'round that
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-You can't buy this Superfly-ness, like a shine is
-Your Highness is performing; look how long the line is
-It's what happens when you make shit that's timeless
-It's what happens, these rappers is the pioneers
-What do it take to be a legend like Nas is?
-That's so novice, I'm so polished
-I got a right to be a lil bit snobbish
-I did a lil bit of college
-Semesters, it took two, like Rob Base
-To let me figure out this wasn't my place
-The beat's slow, 'til you listen to my pace
-'Cause I be killing shit, but that's evident
-And y'all feeling it, but I expected it
-If it's classic, it's gon' last forever then
-I'm everywhere you never been, and better than I ever been
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-'Bout the baddest girl I ever seen
-Straight up out a movie scene
-Who knew she was a drama queen
-That'd turn my life to Stephen King's
-Up late night like she on patrol
-Checking everything like I'm on parole
-I told her there's some things she don't need to know
-She never let it go, oh
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-Just looking at your history
-You're like the girl from Misery
-She said she ain't take it to this degree
-Well let's agree to disagree
-Shorty kind of crazy but it turn me on
-Keep it up enough to keep it going on
-I told her there's some things she don't need to know
-She never let it go, oh
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-Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
-I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (probably)
-But is it cool to rap about gold
-If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!)
-First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
-Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack
-Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant
-But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again
-And it's still about the Benjamins
-Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms
-Strippers named Cinnamon
-More chips than Pentium
-What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is
-I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
-And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?"
-I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that?
-What the hell was wrong with me dog?
-Sing along with me y'all
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-Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick
-I always had a Ph.D.: a Pretty Huge Dick
-Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this
-And givin' head is like a whale that's usin' a toothpick
-Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
-Act now and get some action for $free.99
-Later on I might charge for menage
-Heard her man was the boss of the floss
-But she still want to toss me the drawers
-And it ain't gon' cost me because she my caddy
-Cuz she grabbed my golf balls in the club
-And I'm still actin' calm den-a-muhh
-She asked "Can you drive me in the hundreds where my Altima was?"
-While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
-Baby I fully understand
-Let me help you with a plan
-While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga
-Give ME some head, that'll really piss him off
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-I blow past low class niggas with no cash
-In the four dot six, bitch you can go ask
-So when I go fast popo just laugh
-Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash
-Whatever comes first I'm prepared for the worst
-Whatever comes second I'll be there with my weapon
-Pullin' up in the Lexuses, one on both hand
-So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous
-Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages
-"K I need a free hand mammogram
-I got weed, drink, and a Handicam
-All of which is legal in Amsterdam"
-So say my name like Candyman
-And I'mma come and fix you up like the handyman
-But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave
-You can't take that all at one time ya gotta breathe
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-Stop all your blood clot cryin', I was flyin'
-Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in
-Yeah I hear the alarm, yeah I hear ya mom
-Yeah yeah, I don't wan' be broke when I'm 31
-They said the best classes go to the fastest
-Sorry Mr. West there's no good classes, and that's what yo' ass get
-Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
-You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
-Now I'm in the shop class or the basket weavin
-With all the rest of the muh'fuckers underachievin'
-Man, this is an insult
-I went to junior high with all of them and they been slow
-If I can catch the beat then slow down the tempo
-Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro
-Will I make it from the student loans to a Benzo?
-Like old folks pissin, I guess it all depends, oh, oh
-Stop your cryin baby
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-You know when you be late you miss all the lights
-That's right (that's right) that's right (that's right)
-And when you get back she gon' start up a fight
-That night (that night) that night
-Baby it's too late for that, lately I've been takin it slow
-Try and make it to the party 'fore the guest list close
-With the freshest hoes, the professors know
-We about to get real unprofessional
-Like them eskimos, what would you do for a Klondike?
-Or two dykes that look Christina Milian-like
-Hm, I'll be on time for that
-I ain't thought of no line that could rhyme with that
-Yo, I'll be there in five minutes, five hours later
-I'll be there in five minutes, go 'head ride with it
-I'm so live with it, look how I did it
-Been bullshittin but I finally arrived with it
-I know it's late and I took all year but
-You can stop complainin cause I'm finally here, yeah
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-We gon' to Mass today, we have to pray
-Besides what the pastor say, I have to say
-Since Pac passed away
-Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me
-You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything
-There'd always be somebody that shoot down any dream
-There'll always be haters, that's the way it is
-Hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids
-But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive
-Cause when I was barely livin', that's what kept me alive
-Just the thought that maybe it could be better than what we at at this time
-Make it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mind
-And get some leeway on the he say she say
-Your girl don't like me, how long has she been gay?
-Spanish girls say "Yo, no hablo inglés"
-And everybody want to run to me for their single
-It's funny how these wack niggas need my help
-Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself
-Dawg, if I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
-Dawg, if I was you, I'd kill myself
-Made a mil' myself and I'm still myself
-And I'mma look in the mirror if I need some help
-Now I'll speak from the heart, y'all all frontin'
-Everybody feel a way about K but at least y'all feel something
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-Such an easy morning, we on a ride
-And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive
-Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit
-They don't want black people to think and drive
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-I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets
-The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week
-And the weather wasn't barely hot
-Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
-Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot
-Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
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-Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night
-Huh, now we all livin' the good life
-Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill
-And we wipin' snow up off the windshield
-It's still, wonderful night to be alive, baby
-And I'm, so happy I'm with my baby
-And we a little late with the Christmas gifts
-Rushin' for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy
-The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially
-Told her that “You the star at the top of my Christmas tree”
-My only question is, “Where my presents?”
-She said, “Shhh,” she got a gift for me that ain't for the kids to see
-Well, I like the way you think, mami
-Now pour some more eggnog in you drink, mami
-You've been a bad girl, give Santa three kisses
-Gave her the hot chocolate, she said “It's Dee-ricious”
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-Why you actin' all
-Shy and all
-Why is y'all
-Lyin' for?
-"I never did this before..."
-Stop that
-What, you want some Patron?
-I got that
-I mean I promise y'all
-You fine and all
-And your girlfriend, she kinda raw
-But she not like you
-No, she not like you
-Right now I need you to mute all the monologue
-All that talking is gon' give me a Tylenol
-You put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of y'all
-Right now the Louis Vuitton don is signing off
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-See you know my style
-I'm very wild
-And I vow that my child will be well endowed
-Like his daddy
-And tell him that your mama had a fattie
-He looked up at me said, "daddy that's the reason why you had me?"
-Yep, we was praticing
-Til one day your ass bust through the packaging
-You know what though? You my favorite accident
-So go head pop some Cristal
-For my newborn child cuz now y'all
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-Right now I can see it so vivid
-Like it was just yesterday like I could relive it
-Me and my grandparents on a field trip
-And I'm the little kid tryna touch the exhibits
-But it'll fade before I get to get a hold of that
-Man I wish I could stop time like a photograph
-Every joke that they told I'd know to laugh
-Man (man), I wouldn't let a moment pass
-What do it mean when you dream that you fallin'
-What do it mean when you dream that you ballin'
-What do it mean when you never dream at all then
-And you don't really know cause you can't recall them
-It's sorta fly you get a chance to say hi to
-People you never got a chance to say bye to
-Maybe you could pull em up outta your dreams
-Into real life (real life), if you try to
-So close (so close), but so far (so far)
-And so far (so far), no cigar (no cigar)
-We can't dwell on the past all we got is today
-So I'mma live like it's no tomorrow
-No goodbyes
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-Her heels set the mood
-Where did you acquire those Alaia's
-When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
-I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
-The king of the urban make your shit sound rural
-She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
-Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
-Now that nuts. I only hang with white boys that like black sluts
-Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
-We ain't dissing you
-But you in the position to play something for us to listen to
-I'm trying to worry about my scratch minus the crabs
-I ain't stopping for you niggas like yellow cabs
-I got scripts so why we need a movie?
-And if I'm a douche then put me in your coochie
-I swear they should have never gave these niggas loose leaf
-And excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies, booby trapped
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-They try to tell me my chain broke the levee
-Maybe cause it's flooded
-Why you walk around with a baby cross's cousin?
-My teeth already white, y'all gon' make me floss for nothing
-My teeth real diamonds, what's the cause of the fronting?
-Why y'all got all caps on?
-Don Cheadle time, get extra black on 'em
-Burn, Hollywood, burn!
-Take too long for niggas to get they turn
-Probably be cremated before I get my earn
-They try to tell me that aliens built the Pyramids
-I swear life's a bitch, on a period
-For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx
-I make my jeweler add a few more links
-You can look at me tell I don't give a fuck what nobody think
-And my face always looking like somebody stinks
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-Question: what color was the skin of the man who beared the cross?
-No matter how many lashes, they couldn't beat it off
-How many Cassius will we see in one lifetime?
-That's why it's Miles Davis, Kobe, it's Mike time
-I keep that GOAT book on the ottoman
-And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800s
-Y'all forget that I got called "nigga"
-On Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that
-Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at
-Cause they don't want niggas next to where they crib at
-Hey realtor, I'm lookin' for a nice park
-Twelve noon, she said my family gon' make it too dark
-This is the flow that solar eclipses
-So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse
-The bullshit they got us listening to in this existence
-Don't give up now just a little more persistence
-I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson
-Keep him away, huh? Something might happen
-This is the making of a masterpiece
-So we broke out the chains and told the master "Peace!"
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-I sold my soul to the devil: that's a crappy deal
-Least it came with a few toys like a Happy Meal
-This game you could never win
-Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again
-Get away from me misery
-Get away from me lonliness
-Get away from me fake bitches, I can't take the phoniness
-Get away from me wack tracks
-I can only make only hits
-I'm an only child lost in the World
-Where do the lonely kids go when the bell ring?
-It's feeling like Hell rings
-Bringing me back down
-Checking my background
-Its ironic whats happening
-Imagine if I didn't have the ends
-I would'nt have so many imaginary friends
-I'm spaced out Dogg, I be on that moon talk
-Wonder if God ask Mike how to moonwalk
-I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more
-I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophmore
-I guess everything I hate about me I see in him
-And we ain't finna change, so we'll never agree again
-Till then I'll be pouring out my soul
-Just a few things I see with my eyes closed
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-I sold my soul to the devil
-I know its a crappy deal
-At least it came with a few toys
-Like a Happy Meal
-I'm spaced out dog
-I be on that moontalk
-I wonder if God asked Mike how to Moonwalk?
-You know the entertainment Angels
-Adriana for Giselle
-Let's exchange Angels
-Photoshoot at my crib
-Lets exchange angles
-Rockin nothin but them Tom Binns bangles
-My heart so anxious, gettin' anxiety
-Begging one of these fuckin fashion houses to hire me
-They say I've been an asshole
-I said if you acquire me
-I can be a quiet me, call it verbal dieting
-Give me your herbal chai tea
-I'll be calm as Tai Chi
-With a bad white bitch like Ice-T
-I'm not right dog, I'm slightly off
-I'm paranoid; like bonin' raw dog
-And wakin up with a slight cough
-Yea, that'll make ya dick quite soft
-Plus my neck hurt too lemme take all this ice off
-Never meant to hurt you, I should've had nights off
-But it cost too much to live and I never took the price off
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-Don't let me hold you back, I only hold you back
-We're on a dead-end street, this block has got a cul-de-sac
-So fly baby, my baby so high
-Sometimes it's so hard to say bye
-We made it from the alley straight up to the valley
-We pulled up at the valet, we'll teach our daughter ballet
-We'll raise us a Beyonce, maybe she'll be a Halle
-You would've been the best mom, I would have been the best 'Ye
-You see it all in my veins, like varicose
-I know that's very gross but we getting very close
-To our end, though I killed most with a pen
-Soon as this flow end, I'mma let Mos begin
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-You know what? I figured out I'm not a nice guy
-I shook hands, kissed babies, gave it a nice try
-You know what? I hate pictures of other people's kids
-I hate plastic couches in other people's cribs
-I hate when other people's cribs smell like shit
-I hate when I leave and smell like the crib
-What's the cause of the poor smell?
-She said "I just cleaned up"
-Baby I can't tell
-Why every ghetto bitch gotta smell like Love Spell?
-Or that god damn cucumber Bath and Body Works
-I can still smell the sweat the shit hardly works
-What about Cool Water? That shit probably worse
-This here a classic like the Lodi Dodi verse
-And my man probably hollered at the hottie first
-I score, he took the charge
-Oooh, that shit gotta hurt
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-It's the nigga they love to hate
-But all the bad model bitches they love to date
-You need to check my swag and get up to date
-Check, check my swag and get up to date
-We in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out
-She can't clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth
-And I bet I'm going to sweat her Vidal Sassoon out
-Her pen busted, goddamn, who brought the raccoon out?
-For the team
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-He walked in our lives I was only five
-Superman pajamas I was super duper fly
-Sittin there like why? He at least Hooper-Size
-You know I scrutinize, like, "Who this newer guy?"
-I'm my mama boyfriend, I'm her little husband
-I was the man of the house when it wasn't
-Tryna get to know me, homie? Just kill the charm
-You ain't interested in me, you just tryning to fuck my mom
-We all the voices of our parents' bad choices
-The aftermath of divorces, the kids of bitter split-ups
-And babysitters and grandparents don't know what do to with us
-And the last thing I want to see is mama's new nigga
-You old Old Spice wearing, short chain wearing
-Dress shoes and jogging pants wearing, church sock wearing
-When you first stop caring about your appearance?
-When you get here anyway? I already got parents
-Don't try to put me in line, I already got crayons
-My mama said I could do it, I already got clearance
-Keep your hands off my mama how Anita got Clarence
-Y'all I know she look good but you need to stop staring
-I drew a picture of her that'd make her proud
-But the door was locked and the TV up so loud
-I screamed out, "I ain't going to sleep no time soon!
-And when I do, I'm sleeping in my mama's room!"
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-Twenty years later where has the time gone
-Now you see I'm dating, having problems of my own
-Now that I'm grown the tables turned around
-I never thought I'd ever raise another nigga's child
-He don't like his mama's boyfriend just like me
-Don't wanna do the wrong thing, that's very un-Spike Lee
-But he be like D Bo round his mama, there
-Cause when she here, he be quiet when she leave, he be talking again
-He be wilding out, be calm
-I don't drink the drama or sip the Dom-Tyler-Perry-on
-"You gonna marry my mom?" Look, I don't read palms
-And I don't read Psalms but I did take little man to church
-Took little man to school
-Look, little man, kids don't make the rules
-Even though I ain't raised you, you your mama's angel
-Don't get it twisted, baby boy, I'll Ving Rhames you
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-There must be more good women than men percentage wise
-So her chance of having a husband just minimized
-That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't into guys
-And mess with other girls part time to improvise
-I knew she wasn't bi
-No I seen it in her eyes
-But I'm like any other guy trying to get in her thighs
-She telling me about how black people should enterprise
-And I'm like, if you don't get your ass in this ride from Enterprise
-That I rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5
-With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive
-Told her I had a girl, nah fuck it I didn't lie
-Told her this rap game is alright. I'm just getting by
-She had a lil' weed and would get a lil' high
-And I'm looking in her eyes and I'm loving her vibe
-Told me back in 95' she fell in love with the Tribe
-Boo, back in 92', I was just like you
-Please don't be confused by the ice and jewels
-I'm like any other nigga, buy ice to stay cool
-Like any other nigga that claim they hate school
-And think yeah Free's banging but she's no Rachel
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-Was it something I did wrong?
-Yeah I know I'm wrong
-She's at home alone and I'm always gone
-Hate it when she mad but more when she passive
-Now she on the internet looking for classes
-Out of state though, man that hurt, yo
-But I got work though, and I'm at work, yo
-And she don't call a lot
-And when she do she pouring out her heart
-You never listen to me then the call drop... hmmm
-And I promised her everything
-Told her when I get a deal I'll get her a wedding ring
-But when I got my deal I was back in the ring
-Fighting my urges, strip club splurges
-Never had money so I felt like a virgin
-And I'm trying to break the bank's cherry
-Tryin' to see can I afford Canaries
-With a Ferrari and a dinner date with Halle Berry
-Went from fifty g's to fifteen hundred in a week
-No I'm trying to call..one ring...two rings...seven rings...eight rings
-Her mother picked up the phone
-Like she in school and she don't stay here no more
-I guess there's more good women than men percentage wise
-So her chance of having a husband just minimize
-I guess that's why she says she ain't into guys
-And focus on school full-time to improvise
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-Somebody told me that Delta's brownskinned, AKAs' lightskinned
-And they supposed to be bougie, so they got white friends
-First day of school, I'mma take you sight seein'
-Show you what we do on weekends for excitement
-She said, "I know what you about to say, like your hypeman"
-Last year a nigga hit her, and now she only date white men
-And if a nigga even wave at her, it's frightnin' but
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-Roll some, think I'll roll some
-To know some, if we both honest
-Who lasts? yeah, you lie
-Spent the whole summer
-Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time
-But I know what's mine when I see it
-I know, I know, I know when I see it
-Riding down the 405, baby
-Pacing, thinking, to myself
-If I should make it right
-When I pulled up to the light
-And then my phone started ringing
-Diamonds in the colors of those eyes
-Don't know why, but I know a sign when I see it
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-Yeezy, Ne-yo, the remix ayo
-I think it's time to hit 'em with the Mase flow
-My uh she was gettin the best of me
-But oooh child you my destiny, and I know it's especially
-Hard with all these girls just testing me
-Uh and you gon' question me
-If she even stand next to me but you should laugh
-Cause you my better half (woman laughing)
-And these girls just fighting over the rest of me
-Right now it feels so crazy, I know she just some lady
-And my outfit is just so 80's
-Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
-And the 26 inch rim wheels looks so good with your 6-inch heels
-Fly that you be on
-Gucci on, aligned by Louie Vuitton
-And we high as the way we cruising on
-High like I like mercury
-Why do I mention the solar system?
-Cause, you in my soul and system
-And we gon' take her home with this one
-I got something that you gon' like
-You got something that I can't fight
-We got something that we both gon' like
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-My homie called me like what up man
-Not from Florida but what up fam
-It's been a whole lot of hatin' again
-And if they hatin' on me damn what up then
-I met this girl when I was 3 years old
-And what I loved most she had so much soul
-She said "Excuse me little homey, I know you don't know me
-But, my name is Windy and I like to blow trees"
-And from that point I never blow her off
-Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off
-They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off
-And make 'em straighten up they hat cause she know they soft
-And when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown
-In the nighttime her face lit up, so astoundin'
-I told her in my heart is where she'll always be
-She never messed with entertainers cause they always leave
-She said it felt like they walked and drove on me
-Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me
-I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me
-She said "'Ye, keep making that platinum and gold for me!"
-But if you really cared for her
-Then you would have never hit the airport and followed your dreams
-Sometimes I still talk to her
-But when I talk to her it always seem like she talkin bout me
-She said you left ya kids and they just like you
-They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
-But they just not you
-And I just got through
-Talkin bout what niggas tryin to do just not new
-Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
-I guess you never know what you got till is gone
-I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home
-And guess when I heard that when I was back home
-In the interviews I'm representin you makin you proud
-Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds
-Jump in the crowds
-Spark ya lighters and wave 'em around
-If you don't know by now I'm talkin about Chi-town
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-Get you a cute chick, face got potential
-Working with her little hips, waist like a pencil
-Know how niggas play you, but you know how 'Ye do
-Says she love Beyonce, let me upgrade you
-Spanish chick grab my chain, says "is that He-Su's?"
-If I'm unfaithful, blame it on the Grey Goose
-All my friends says implants is a selfish gift, they all up in
-She ain't pregnant but about to have twins
-Now, is it real love, I need to ask Cupid
-She real smart but her ass stupid
-And she gon' finish school and get all type of degrees
-But I bet she never had them D's...
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-Walking down Melrose, spot where they sell clothes
-That chick know she bad, tell by the Chloe bag
-She ain't no hoodrat, she ain't gotta prove that
-I peep the McCartney's, Stella got her groove back
-Hold on, lemme ask you, why you spend your money on that shallow shit?
-Why don't you buy some bigger tits?
-Something that'll last you
-I couldn't tell you if Halle's really real
-But I'ma let you know soon as I get a chance to feel
-I don't need no hands to know Lindsey Lohan
-She on the same program as Britney, is you wit' me?
-That's why I respect Alicia Keys
-She say f**k getting them D's
-I'ma just ride out with these
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-They call me Edward Scissorhands cause I'm trying to cut
-She claim she got cramps, I'm gone get you to suck
-And you not gonna use your teeth you hear
-You gon find out What Lies Beneath right here
-The Preachers Wife
-Don't give head, get a divorce man
-The kids been calling you the headless horseman
-Like Sleepy Hollow see she swallow
-Suck like ol girl got booed at Apollo
-13 Ghosts use my Hollow Man for Friday 13th
-You be Ghost, Backdraft from the toast
-Niggas who drop names is, oh so shameless
-Get a chain that's stainless, they Almost Famous
-My bling got em calling me, Lord Of The Rings
-The Shining make it hard for her to Do The Right Thing
-But I Dont Say a Word, I'll never tell
-Until you get a Kanye beat, you'll never sell
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-Shit's deeper, than The Sleepers
-Jeeper Creep-up on your block and cops Clock-us
-Try to Baller Block-us, use Absolute Power
-You gave him 9 1/2 Weeks
-Why you trying to Rush Hours, huh
-And in The Cell don't drop soap in the showers, huh
-They try to give me Life, I'm out in an hour, huh
-Back on the block with more Juice than Pac
-Makin Mo' Money cause of The, The, The, The Roc
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-Aye...B, C, D, E, F
-We picking up right where we left...
-Off, and I took a recess
-When I get back you gon' take that...
-Off, in the mirror like hey me, stay me
-I make money, money don't make me
-Hey honey, what do you take me...
-For, don't look at me like I'm crazy
-Don't ever think that'd phase me
-You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't crazy
-You ain't built like, that
-Hey baby what it feel like, ahhh
-Just forget I said it, screw it
-It don't really matter what you do when you do it
-Tony Williams in this bitch, who you is
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-I'm feeling like Stevie right now, you know…
-I had the strangest feeling lately
-The nigga's so fake I'm off it
-And every time they flake like frosted
-I just make my profit
-And get a girl who barely bra fit
-Aw shit! He back on his feet like carpet
-He was just playing possum
-Playing like I wasn't awesome?
-Yeah I got some jokes, don't I?
-Ha ha ha, laugh it up
-And they'll be wack
-And we'll be the last ones cracking up
-Matter fact, because you nigga wanna doubt me?
-Let's see how it feel without me
-Taking off on this rocket, Yao Ming
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-I don't wanna hear that bull shit, I wanna hear that official shit
-Kanye and that Twista shit that's so impossible to get it (it's just impossible)
-Get it, that's so impossible to get it
-Get it, that's so impossible to get it (It's impossible)
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-Get it, roll the weed up and, lit it
-Smoke a little but don't, admit it
-Do it like I did too late, I did it
-The controversy can't worse me man; I'm eating but I'm still thirsty and
-Thirsty what is you saying
-I gotta a duel with a couple niggas that's Thursday man
-Why the hell is I'm worrying, hopping out the Benz with the perfect 10
-"Man your life must be perfect man, look at how they came up with the perfect plan"
-It's impossible
-Got strip clubs playin gosspital
-Girl so sick in the hospital
-You know I jumped out like 'Pac'll do
-You know you throw your diamonds when I rock with you
-Since Michael Jackson made "Rock With You"
-I done did shit on logical
-Maybe cause we did the impossible
-Maybe we done did the impossible
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-I wish all wack niggas'd get out the game
-You can't con me that's half my name
-And if you had any brains
-You wouldn't wanna lose half your brain
-By hating on players in the game
-Wack nigga, the beat go “duh duh da”
-And then yo flow go way the fuck off
-I kill ya'll niggas on that lyrical shit
-Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
-But I'm not trying to cause commotion
-And have my niggas bring all the toast in
-I just want your girl to rub my balls with lotion
-Cuz you got madder if ya (?)
-But you came at me like “Yo
-I got the Kia with the woodgrain"
-Yeah you would, lame
-“On the real, in the street I got the good name
-I got the TV –“
-Yeah that's good man
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-Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you do it huh
-It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh
-She holding out, she ain't giving to the needy huh
-You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV on
-Ya'll been together ten years, you deserve a ménage
-Especially if you put that BMW in the garage
-Especially if you paid a couple payments on her Mamma crib
-Went to her niece's graduation, man I hate those kids
-Last birthday she got you a new sweater
-Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her do better
-She said how bout I get you jewelry from the West End
-How bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend
-I'm joking, I'm just serious, I asked her
-Don't be acting like no actress, if we preaching then we practice
-Don't be reaching, don't be touching shit
-We in Kanye West's Benz
-Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian
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-Uh, Uh
-Lets take it back to basics
-When shit gets worse we converse
-How we need a New Balance before the lines get crossed like Asics
-Just look at what we got, if we don't shoot the Reeboks
-This is a beat that no flow can detox
-So the respect is due like my Louie back
-I don't wanna have to check you
-I'm as Chi as buck-fifty's and Pelle Pelle Leathers
-Some say, my beats made the Bulls play better
-I say, black on black is the hate that hate made
-Sara Lee with the dough I'm talkin' bout the cake maid
-McDonalds with the flow, served over over a billion
-You've seen the video, words over the building
-Uh, I wish I could give you this feeling, I wish I could give you this feeling
-And when The Workout Plan ain't work out man
-Me and Common is back on the corners again
-On the corner
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-Yo mad niggas got dreams of the Lexus and coupes
-Got their signin' bonus and bought TECs for the video shoot
-Ayo them shits backfired before the cameraman arrived, he died
-For his image, now let's start the scrimmage
-In the first quarter, I sacked 25 MCs
-By halftime you still got rhymes but they are diseased
-They infected with 75 seconds of life left
-I cremate MCs and breathe they ashes in my life's breath
-In a life or death situation
-I come through with the Chi representation
-And bleed you pussies every month like ovulation
-The sensation'll shine through your mind
-Take it line for line
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-Look, I feel bad about the fact that you gotta creep with me
-When your man be around, you don't speak to me
-When my girl be around, I see you peepin' me
-When they both ain't around, you be freakin' me
-We used to do it secretly, now you all talk
-You tellin' everybody like you wanna get caught
-I think my girl catchin' on cause my story keep changin' up
-You gotta stop callin' up my crib and hangin' up
-Truthfully, if you tellin' people that you doin' me
-Then you tellin' me that you don't even wanna screw with me
-And that's a shame, I can't even do my thing
-You get dick and you go temporarily insane
-You think it's a game, but I don't wanna play no more
-You wanna stay, but you can't stay no more
-You wanna be with K, but that ain't okay no more
-You got somethin' to say, but you ain't gotta say no more
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-It seem like fine hoes is hard to find mostly
-The type of girls that give you their whereabouts supposedly
-And when you check, they ain't never where they're supposed to be
-I learned my lesson, now I only fuck hoes thats close to me
-Don't get me wrong you still gotta live close to me
-This ain't a song I made for ugly hoes to start approachin' me
-You know how this go, I diss hoes
-I'm very mean now, my Roley face green now, I bring your self esteem down
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-Hello, you there?
-Yeah, I'm here
-You breaking up, I can barely hear you
-Naw, you clear
-You cool? you mad?
-You talk? bad
-You up? You been good?
-Naw I been bad
-What you mean, you been bad?
-Baby girl you know I got bad nerves
-Got me cursing with the kids in the car
-"Mommy, daddy using bad words!"
-No more tripping while you at work
-No more texting while I'm at church
-No more switching up the password
-That's the shit that get your ass hurt
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-Folks all up in our business
-Yeezy Season, I'm trending
-I bet you they respect the name now
-So are we done or we finished?
-Cause no matter what anybody say
-We been through shit you can't make up
-And at the end of the night bae
-We'll be back in bed like we famous
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-Me and Guwop, makin' super moves
-Makin' stupid cash, stack it through the roof
-You don't fuck with me? The feelin' mutual
-I'd feel the same if I drove that Subaru
-We hit the city, the old me goin' OC
-How a friend only gonna watch that, it's so weak
-Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
-I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
-But I need that, in the sauna
-In the bathroom, at your mama's
-Like a porn star, I'm a monster
-You a dancer, on the camera
-In the G-string, girl I want you
-At the concert, at the condo
-In my bedroom, in the guestroom
-In the restroom, fuck it, every room
-Tryna see that....
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-Sister don't let your guard down
-You know there's more out there waiting for you
-Hell naw, no, sister don't let your guard down
-You've come way, way too far now
-Lesson learned, lesson learned
-Lessons learned, lessons learned, lessons learned
-May your future last long, past, present
-Faith, love, hold on to heaven
-One hand up, hold onto heaven
-God bless us with every second on earth
-Same as the legend was told
-To my ears at 5 years old
-Sister don't let your guard down
-You've got too much shit goin' on yeah
-But I know you've been workin' through all that
-Know you, I know you've been goin' through it your whole life
-And I say, brother don't let your guards down
-Parties are starting right now
-Know you've been workin' that body all night
-But it's 3am and we bout to go up again
-It's 3 am and we're just starting again
-It's 3 am and we're just starting again
-Sister don't let your guard down
-I know you've been working hard now
-Brother don't let your guard down
-Nah, nah, nah
-And the fight not over, the fight just beginning
-The lies get exposed, soon as you win it
-The devil is smiling
-The guy keeps on sinning
-Don't let them take over the heart of then, no
-Sister don't let your guard down
-It's 'bout to get hard now
-And brother don't let your love go
-Support her in the best way you know how
-Love on your woman, stand by your brother
-Hold on to your loved ones
-I know we've all lost some
-Pray before rain falls, the devils are coming
-They don't share the love but they're up to something
-(I know it, I know that they're up to something
-I know, I know it, that they're up to something)
-So, sister don't let your guard down
-Shit's about to get hard now
-Brother don't let them on now
-Protect them the best way you know how
-(The best way that you know
-The best way that you know, the best way that you know how)
-Brother (Protect her the best way that you know
-The best way that you know, he best way that you know how)
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-Yo, yo, yo
-I use your face as a urinal
-Then do the same at your funeral
-Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
-Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
-This one here for the executives
-Fuck you and all your relatives
-Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
-Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga behave
-Nigga behave, nigga behave
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-Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
-Turn this up teacher, play this in the third grade
-In the third grade
-Can't hide from the truth, yeah we're 'bout to go ape
-We 'bout to go ape, these streets is not safe
-These niggas ain't playing
-These niggas ain't playing
-These niggas ain't playing
-This for my fam
-This for the fam, do this for the fam
-Hop outta the lamb, hop onto the gram
-What the fuck was you saying?
-Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
-Piss in your grave, I'll piss in your face
-I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date
-Fuck is you saying?
-Fuck is you saying?
-Fuck is you saying?
-Me and La Flame
-Is you not entertained?
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-More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
-More power to you, more power to you my lonely one
-More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
-What's up bruh? That all depends
-With friends like you, who need friends
-Sometimes the best advice is no advice
-Especially when it's your advice
-Oh! Man, remember
-Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
-Man everything basic to Ye Guevara
-That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
-I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo
-Ay bitch you missed out, #fomo
-I got one child, one child
-But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more
-They wanna throw me under a white jail
-Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male
-Hallelujah
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-Richer than white people with black kids
-Scarier than black people with ideas
-Nobody can tell me where I'm headin
-But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin
-They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin for me
-You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me
-I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
-I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin
-I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
-I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?"
-Yeah my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
-I know they tell they white daughters "Don't bring home Jerome"
-I am the free nigga archetype, I am the light and the beacon
-You can ask the deacon
-It's funny, when you get extra money
-Every joke you tell just be extra funny
-I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
-Cocaine bathroom break, nose extra runny
-And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
-Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
-And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
-Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold up
-I studied the proportions
-Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed-level
-Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God
-He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
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-That's that don't play, whoo, that's that new Ye
-People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, whoo
-Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches
-That's a fresh house, is that a guest house
-Your house got another house
-Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse
-Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully
-If you leave Mickey you gon' end up with a Goofy
-I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche
-Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie
-I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
-But cops chokin' niggas out in the media
-We finna have to protest and tear the city up
-We bout to tear this whole place up pretty much
-(How much I live)
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-Everything she was doin' was cool, but it ain't Ralph though
-Might have gave me head in the pool, that ain't your mouth though
-Might have caught you clappin' every Sunday at church
-You still ratchet cause they play your favorite song and you twerk
-Designer purse on your arm, 'bout the size of a duffle bag
-And them brand new titties cost a couple racks
-Feelin' on a girl's ass with a troubled past
-Chainsmokin' every day, at least a couple packs
-You know I always hit you deeper than a baritone
-Bone you with my jewelry on, that's a herringbone
-Hotter than Arizon', fresher than aerosol
-These condom rappin' ass niggas wasn't ever raw
-It's aiight, but it ain't Ralph though
-And unless you're money-talkin' keep your mouth closed
-We smokin' indo outdoor, in Palo Alto
-If this party ain't got hoes, my intro's my outro
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-Woo! You will never need another lover
-Woo! Cause you a milf and I'm a motherfucker
-Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'
-I'm pa rum pa pum pumin' all on your stomach
-Yeah, tonight I see some super freaky hoes
-That could go from bein' stripper to a super CEO
-I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
-And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show
-Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else
-But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help
-Let me remind you, you got a, you got a great future behind you
-You gotta tell me what we tryna do
-I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary
-I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
-I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary
-Yup! On the 35th of Nevuary
-Yup! You love the way I'm turnt
-After all the money you earned, still show daddy what you learned
-That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl
-You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl, ooooh
-That's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl
-We fuckin' all over the house, girl, we just messed up a brand new couch, girl
-You ain't on site then you on Skype
-I put you on that bike, you bound, girl
-We too wild, won't turn down
-We drunk in love, fuck them
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-I would like to welcome you to the world of
-Fake bitches no love, what the fuck you take me for
-Show love, I hate haters in the club
-You must not really know where I come from
-Exactly where my heart or you would never never NEVER
-UGH, where do I start? people ask me shit about Illuminati
-First off, fuck that mean?!
-He loved Jesus when he he he was worse off
-Oh I see, when they, think a nigga is, stupid rich
-People just start coming up with stupid shit
-Man shit I could never predict
-Hold up, let me hit you with this
-Rolling in a Bugatti with fo' chains is some foolishness
-Yea yea yea, that'd be the shit
-They'd rather see a nigga locked up, why? for stupid shit
-Look how they did my nigga Tip
-Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in
-Wonder why the nigga wanna make the clip go in
-Wonder why it so hard when it get going
-Hold ya head my niggas the system is
-Made to make niggas fall
-Made to make niggas fail
-Especially if you ball
-They don't take niggas well
-Nah, you can't come through flying in a, in a Bentley shining
-I'm in the back
-Backseat driving screaming on a nigga like I'm actually driving
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-This is the moment, grab your Kodak
-While I'm flying with a flow that is
-The greatest throwback since that Nolan Ryan
-And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder
-And the lights even brighter, baby stand next to my fire
-Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah
-'rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire?
-Where we flying, they can't find us all them broke days behind us
-I just took your whole life and redesigned it
-I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld
-I think without makeup, you still bad as hell
-I'mma grab your waist then, I'mma grab your face and
-Then I'mma taste it, then I'mma blaze it
-Hello all my bad girls, this just in Yeezy hurt the beat
-Like he fucked her best friend and she let him back in
-And he just did it again, He crazy, he blazin, he off the deep end
-I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy I'm saying
-Too much for the World so they abbreviate him
-His past is her fav, his stats is amaze
-Her dress is just per' uhh
-Prada coloured beige
-It obvi' we the ishh and I'm rolling with my Brits
-So real you so trill. baby everything legit
-How you feel, they say we crazed cause our styles so diff'
-They'll be jeal' when we in the mag looking magnif'
-As if I ain't used Magnums on your favourite bad bitch
-Fuck these background niggas I was tryna ad-lib
-Add this, we blazin'
-Nicki what you think, I got two White Russians but we also need some drinks
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-Yeah, Okay
-Ey, Hey yo, Poppin willy shit
-Lets see who really rich
-Ya'll ride the beat
-I'mma bout to pop a wheelie bitch
-Really This, I came up with on some silly shit
-Look how good it is
-I'll show you who you dealin with
-Ya'll illy, Im Illa, Im from Illinois
-The Big Sean, why dont you call yo Chi Town boys
-Show me where they at
-I will destroy
-Im bout to fuck somethin up
-I might as well call the lawyer
-Good music run this bitch
-Yes we do
-I know you thinkin "damn I wish Ye would bless me too"
-In the booth I use the restroom
-Its best you, Go ahead and kiss the jesus piece Cuz I just blessed you
-Uhh, And holy water odds against Ye
-Its slaughter ever since I opened up that midnight merrauder?
-Now its gon be a problem like a brand new installment from the late great Mr. Christohper Wallace
-They call us pompus
-Can I be honest? Honestly, Modesty wouldn't ever end my policy
-Apology accepted, you ain't say it? Shoulda said it
-As soon as I did, all the Bullshit was deaded
-Get it?
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-Living life like there's no damn rules
-Tonight I'm finna hop up in that hotel pool
-Grab your hand, white dress, you gon' hop in too
-Get everything that bein' at the top includes
-What's your friend's attitude, why she so damn rude? huh?
-Tell her smile for a change
-If a baller come around, she gone smile for the change
-I know they type, I know the life
-I know you're living your life for the night, another night
-Ask the city what they got for us
-That mean it wasn't even poppin' if it not for us
-Then isn't isn't this all that I said it'd be
-I want the best for you, but want better for me, ugh
-I paid the price of fame, icy chain
-Stack my money tall, height advantage
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-When I fight and you fight, we don't fight fair
-So I guess I'll see you in my nightmares
-Just remember I made you like my Nike Air
-Ye-Yeezys, please be easy
-To kill the animosity that's in the air
-I'll touch every curve of your body like a Herve Leger
-And this wasn't no ordinary love
-Our sex wasn't ordinary drugs
-It's that crack, that crystal meth
-I mean it gets so wet, I had to go in depth
-I mean the bitch so fresh I had to go in debt
-Ru-running my credit card 'til there's no more left
-Uh but that's cool, you wife and I'll be groom
-I thought I had a sign a Seal like Heidi Klum
-Like Jay and B
-Like Chris and Ri
-But this Christmas you'll be missing me
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-Now once she go black, she ain't never coming back
-I'm sorry Mr. H, I thought you already knew that
-You will see her on a black street like Chauncey
-I'm a bad boy like Sean C
-Rock a fella like Shawn C
-Keep them Apes with me like Don C
-Like Jay keep Beyonce
-I'm just talking nonsense, so nonchalantly
-See my Mark like Ronsy
-Pop my collars like Fonzy
-Paparazzi is on me
-I see your girl want me, I'm filling up her glass
-Feeling on her ass, feeling so upper class
-And your boy so fresh
-I might even flash cash
-So at the end of the night, you ain't even gotta ask
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-I'm Yeezy, she say "Hi, I'm Aria"
-No, you a angel, you wave "Hi" to Aaliyah
-I got a show in Korea, they built a new arena
-Why don't you come and watch a nigga tear the whole scene up
-I know I seen you before, but don't know where I seen ya
-Oh I remember now, it's something that I dreamed of
-Don C says she cool, but don't let her fuck your cream up
-Monica Lewinsky on the dress, you take her to the cleaners
-Sure enough, a week later, I'm in extra love
-And everybody know she's mine so she extra plugged
-Every bouncer, every club show her extra love
-We just praying the new fame don't get the best of us
-But all good things gotta come to a en-a
-She let it go to her head, "No, not my Aria"
-The height of her shopping was writer's blocking me
-I couldn't get my shit out anyway, I hope you die Aria!
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-We the cause of all the commotion
-Your mouth running, but where is you going?
-What is you smoking, man? That ain't potent
-What is you talking, man? That ain't important
-Illuminati, High society
-We in this party and nobody invited me
-We going crazy and I always use my best sense
-But it don't matter cause I stay on my fresh prince
-Maxin', relaxin, shootin' some pool and
-Playing some b-ball outside of the school and
-Girls with they top off outside of the pool and
-Whips with the drop off outside of the Louvre
-You just look stupid to be ignoring
-The Delorean parked in front of Armani emporium
-And parties at Richie is getting risky
-Victoria's Secret show, they miss me
-Voices in my head, I need choices in my bed
-AHHHHH, get out my fucking head
-It's just me and my bad bitch
-So you can say I'm on my Brad Pitt
-Back to the la familia I'm aligned with
-Before I betray them I slit my wrists
-At the top is just us nigga
-Cause I don't really trust niggas
-And we made it through the hurricane
-So celebrate and light the Mary Jane
-We gon' make it, that's on everything
-Truest girls get half naked, every spring
-They saying, "Hey Kanye
-We need you to go deeper than Tay Zonday,"
-Cause my verses got pain, Chocolate Rain
-So many lines, you photograph and it make arms break
-On the radio, man I miss myself
-I need to just step back and kiss myself
-Baby, just step up and kiss the belt
-A little lower.. that's what's up
-Somebody pour her another cup
-Is it too much to ask you keep your diamonds up?
-I swear until my time is up
-My style is sex in the shower, fresh as fuck
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-How much they hate it? very!
-Kiss girls like Katy Perry
-I am never sprung, but I Spring 'er, Jerry
-Don't try this at home: results may vary
-King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry...
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-We killing the game, it's not fair
-You muthafuckers stay right there
-Cause we too high up in the air
-We blasting off just like a laser
-Nigga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une
-Get back, gimme room room room
-DB9 like vroom, vroom, vroom
-Young Hov, what we doin, doin, doin?
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-I got a big ego, (hahaha)
-I'm such a big ego, (uhuhuh)
-I got a big, (eheheh), ego
-She love my big, (eheheh), Ego
-She stroke my big, (eheheh), Ego
-I like to joke around a little bit but here we go
-Welcome to the wonderful world
-Of gold-plated Earl, cause
-Everything I throw up, blow up
-Talking to the girl
-She said, "Know what, grow up, you nasty,"
-"I don't understand why they trippin', if you ask me,"
-Flow is just the nicest
-I admit the propane
-I just spit, probably
-Just raised the gas prices
-Everybody in the club
-Try and get as fresh as me
-What you want dog
-Trying to stay recession free
-And spit, refreshingly
-When I rock the stadium
-You probably get sweaty
-You should bring a extra tee
-Now I'm standing next to Jay
-Who standing next to B
-You coulda been anywhere in the world
-But you're here with me
-That's good for my ego
-Me and my ego
-And it go wherever we go
-My ego is my imaginary friend
-He was with me when I was only imagining
-I had dreams of the league
-One day I play Kobe
-I walk up to Puff and he already know me
-Coulda let the dream killers, kill my self esteem
-Or use the arrogance as a steam that power my dreams
-And my ego
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-On a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself
-Here's some champagne, hydrate yourself
-I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself
-I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself
-My style so cold I could skate myself
-But I go so hard I could make it melt
-I mean the flow so solar every bar
-Could power an electric car
-My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
-He just talkin', mine's outside
-Do you mind if I
-Take you on a test
-Do you have all-wheel drive
-And if that baby purr, I'm gonna baby her
-Bitches gon' hate and maybe worse
-Cause your ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur
-Just to work
-I know you was on pur-pur
-But this is a whole new arena
-See, niggas come by talkin' bout they make it rain
-I'll make that bitch Katrina
-Mr. Kanye Omari, with my Entourage, no Ari
-And a motorcycle jacket, no Harley
-She said dude, that's cool
-Gnarly
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-'Ye is in the buliding, let everybody know
-I got the world in my hand and I ain't finna let it go
-Is that yo' girlfriend? I really like her
-I'm talkin' only for a night, I wouldn't wife her
-I got them Yeezy's on my feet, I got them Louie's in the sto' (Want some?)
-And I dropped another album, 'fore we finished up the tour
-And it's still top 10, 'bout fifteen weeks later
-So that's a middle finger for you 808 haters
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-I got my superman power, my superman cape
-These the last hours, but superman late
-The clock is ticking, damn can you wait?
-Man, will he come back and save the day?
-Fly across the earth, put things in reverse
-I wish this life was a movie I could just rehearse
-Certain things I can't doctor, and you say I'm the worst
-I ain't have enough patients, but I needed a nurse
-That'll come by my bed late
-See if my head ache
-Then get my head straight
-Then give my head, great
-Every time I popped up like the VCR
-I took your breath away, then we performed CPR
-With all the cars, the clothes, the lights, the boats
-I guess I was just trying to sow my royal oats
-In the penthouse position
-With penthouse bitches
-See I Pimp'd My crib, so I must exhibit
-Shit, these last years been a haze like Issac
-So I close my eyes
-Tighter than Asian eyes get
-Realized I got the same wings angels fly with
-Louis Vuitton feathers, now that some fly shit
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-Verbal asked me do I need a pen?
-Not right now
-Everything I write now
-I don't even write down
-I don't need her right now
-But I'm so bad
-Ask her can she hold my gonads before they go bad
-Since I did a song with Teriyaki I been acting very cocky
-Using every opportunity to shit on everybody
-If you heard I'll be in Houston like Bobby
-Puffing on a blunt until the "B" got me body
-There fees in the party?
-Chillin' in the lobbies
-Anything you heard happened, yo it probably did
-Full Force trying to find where the Party is
-For the last time to kick it like Karate Kid
-Man that line was way obvious
-Way out of my jurisdiction of my high snob
-On my job kill a nigga no prob type flow
-Just seen a nigga get Rob like Whoa!
-Oh, should have tucked your chain
-Niggas ain't playing man, it ain't a fuckin' game
-All that frontin' for the audience
-Make 'em not exist no more, Yugoslavians
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-Ohhhhh, ohhhh; ohhh you too much pressure doll
-You gon' raise my cholesterol
-I gotta lower the phone decibels
-Just to talk, just a thought
-I'mma get a girl with a ass just as soft
-You swear men dogs like reservoir and I was Mr. Pink
-Remember those nights on the kitchen sink
-I was choking you in a good way, good way
-Now we in the streets and I'm chokin you in a hood way
-When the cops come what I could say?
-You know how all that gossip is
-Next morning Bossip, Perez
-Any girl I take out, Mediatakeout, I need a break now
-Before I break now (ah ah ah ah)
-Show me your Janet Jacksons if you nasty
-You said you want to cut my nuts off like Jesse Jackson, classy
-Ohhh, why she say that, OUCH~!
-Bitch, give me back my couch
-On that same couch casting
-Now listen to T-Pain and sing
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-When you take the picture, cut off your face
-And cover up the tattoo by the waist
-Let the +MC Serch+ 'til I reach +3rd Base+
-And when I get home I'mma hit home plate
-Wait, could this be considered our first date?
-"'Ye, the picture just looks so trash"
-Your body make a baller spend cooked coke cash
-Plus every good girl wanna go bad
-In Playboy mags like Stacy Dash
-Or Kim Kardashian, be a lady aaaaat, it
-You know what's a crazy thing?
-Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. Green
-Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin
-That's disrespectful baby, don't encourage him
-I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian
-Dashiki, kimono, or turban
-They say I dress white, but my swag so urban
-Tryin my luck, I hit her with the text say
-"Baby you up," ?uestion mark
-And she respond, "YES-S-S-I-R"
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-Everybody saying please don't let go
-I hear it over and over and over like a echo
-I see it in my dreams, I feel the effect though
-People drowning in debt
-Somebody to the rescue
-Everybody's saying we need something special
-Nah man, we need something extra terrestrial
-Outta this world, speak for us
-Be the vessel
-Outta the box, reach for it through the threshold
-Uh, through all of the stress though
-What's best of all, people screaming like a festival
-Just applaud, this moment is special y'all
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-We lost a four leaf clover
-Don't ask why shorty be over
-News flash shorty we over
-We like Def Jam and Hova
-We like Bobby and Whitney
-Except without the kiddies
-Like Pamela Anderson's career
-Except without the titties
-We had some good times didn't we
-I know I won't forget that
-But we had some bad times and
-That's time I wish I could get back
-We coulda had it all
-But I guess we'll never know
-You been around me long enough
-To know that now it's over
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-I go the hardest, flow so retarded
-I'm disgusted with myself, I mean, were do I start
-First I spin around and vomit, then I shit up on it
-Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it
-I flow sick, nigga how sick, sea sick
-Got your hand out don't look at me bitch
-You lookin' at who made me rich
-You lookin' at who made me rich
-I had some wins, some losses
-Just a life of a God damn boss'
-With the top off lookin' for a girl with a ass as fat as Tracee Ross's
-This is dope as is get (is to it)
-Dope as a mother fuckin' acid trip
-Fly as fifty-seven passengers
-This finna be another classic, bitch
-Everybody know I got it, if you want it then get at it
-But I ain't goin' have it
-No, I ain't goin' have it
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-I ain't ever been scurred
-Never been the type to bite my words
-When I came up y'all gave me shit
-Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds
-Always said what the fuck I felt
-Go head spit that murder I wrote
-Man I don't care bout what you felt
-Fuck you nigga I know I'm dope
-Felt like I'm comin to get my all
-Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall
-Felt like niggas was stuntin on me
-Funny how I'm flyer than them all
-Now I'm at the top ain't nowhere to go now
-Instead of me, she goin' go down
-Maybe I would have slowed down if I knew what I know now
-I'm stupid yea I know I'm dumb
-This could fuckin get old, well it's good I'm young
-Before my heart get cold as the hood I'm from
-Tell me what it take to be number one
-I guess it's goin' be what it's goin' be
-But here's one thing y'all got to hear
-I'mma tell you like George Bush told me
-Fuck ya'll niggas I'm out of here
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-Uh, here's an impromptu, I want you
-I'm goin to tell you what I want to - do to you
-Your girlfriend, she wants to - beautiful
-Just flew in from Paris - voulez-vous?
-In the city that don't snooze
-Smooze amongst the Who's Whos
-And I use my celeb to get this one home
-Why everything that feel so good gotta be so wrong?
-Gimme room now, I'm like a vampire on the full moon now
-And I don't know about you now
-But I think I wanna try sumthin new now - see what it do now
-And when you sat down
-Uh, cause you was losing yo' breath now
-Uh, cause you be doing it to def now
-She be doin E to F now, what's left now?
-Mr. West now, can you get any more fresh now?
-I think I just did, just now
-Talkin my shit, that's how
-I'm a professio-nal, I admit that
-Flashing Lights show I live that
-Fame is a drug, wanna hit that
-Cause they know exactly where to get that - did you get that?
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-Hey do you have any black inside you?
-Would you like some? (Like some?)
-Ha, you know you got a right to do whatever you like to
-Don C, we got the right one, that right one
-In the club, always the flyest
-Always got her hands the highest
-She stopped drinking Diet Coke
-She on that coke diet
-She bat, she bat her eyelids
-That girl is so wired
-I know she so tired, but ooh, she on fire
-Hundred dollar bill, look at you, look at you
-A hundred dollar bills, this ain't new, this ain't new
-From that Paris, Lindsay, Britney, Mary-Kate and Whitney
-People say that they clean, motherfucker don't bullshit me
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-Uh, Mr. West is in the building, children, ladies
-Call the shrink up, they about to go crazy
-Hold your drinks up like you was celebrating
-Hold your guns if they is hella hating
-I'm so clean and them, they got rabies
-I can see it through the lens of my Raybe-
-Ans, Wayfarers, mmmhmm
-'Ye do you play fair? mmmnnnn
-Grab your remote, for the reason they made Tivo
-Snap the Nikon's with the icons with Nike's on
-I heard you like to do it with the lights on
-But I really make babies when the mics on
-Check out all my kids, that bought all my cribs
-Got me out of that apartment, you have got to pardon him
-I am so retarded with a spit like a retarded kid that spits
-Oops, I ain't mean to say that shit
-I told my homie Chris, these chicks is dangerous
-You need a girl that's A List, not one that's just barely made it on a list
-Cause from Wall to Wall, we got it Poppin' right now
-It's a hundred girls, tryna get down down down
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-You messin up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh
-Lose, eat crews like crews like soulfood
-The only producer that feel like "fuck rappers!"
-Only backpacker with a chip like hackers
-Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker
-So if he say nigga, then I'mma say *cracker*
-Is this the Ritz? Carlton? Dress like, fresh, like, just like..
-I'm the shit (Uggh)
-You ain't figured out what I'm about yet
-Always rockin that 'this ain't out yet'
-But this ain't 'bout that
-From a city where niggas plug like outlets
-Far as music go yo, it ain't no outlets, so
-When I go out, niggers always out to get me in the studio
-And I ain't in the mood to flow
-I'm with my girl and I'm tryin to hit the movies yo
-And they tryna act stupid, oh!
-In the club with Silicone Suzie
-What happened to real girls like Rudy?
-With real titties like Tootie
-This girl got a silicone booty!
-And got the nerve to act moody!
-Now I ain't tryin to judge like Judy
-But bitch you a man, you can't fool me!
-Act like 50, throw her in a pool G...
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-I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be
-Armor All flow cause it never get rusty
-I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me
-Bust somebody head, GLC where was we
-Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
-Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder
-Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
-Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
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-Your fly is open, McFly
-The crowd is open, I think I know why
-I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes
-And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
-Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon
-I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons
-Look at that neutron on his green like croutons
-People asking him, "do you have any grey poupon"
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-With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera
-Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas
-Can't wait till they say, "Ye ran up at the Oscars"
-Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
-Like when Em played him and Mekhi played a rasta
-Mexicans gonna love it like it was for La Raza
-But this is for the mobsters, Holla
-We some true Chi-town legends, accept no imposters
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-And we standin on the couch
-With my drink and my two step my drink and my two step
-Three glasses in a row you start to think I was Q-Tip
-Bartender pour a round I took a few sips
-Stumblin', fallin' down, I ain't drunk that's my new step
-Now why would I listen to bullshit they shovel
-When they taste level ain't at my waist level
-I'm fly get on a plane jet lagged already
-I'm tired, the Goyard bags is heavy
-I'm fire, the flow hard as a Chevy
-I told her me like ye, she said she like me, ha
-When see me with a CL like Pete Rock
-She just wanna grab a microphone and beat box
-Even in high school I was always a special kid
-First pack of condoms I asked for extra big
-Now I got a flow they sit me right next to Big
-And all these old rappers don't know where the exit is
-But but but no buts nigga
-What nigga
-We fired motherfuckers, Donald Trump nigga
-I'm killin' these niggas can't front nigga
-Now let's drink to that until drunk nigga
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-He pulled up at 6:30 in a 745
-As he waving "Shorty, hi", you know he showin' his bling out
-She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
-His girl caught feelings, she mad, she threw the ring out
-How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out
-Y'all be going through problems, you gotta work the kinks out
-When you go to sleep? What do you think 'bout?
-If y'all get a divorce
-She gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out
-Make it so cold that you gotta pull your mink out
-Or grab your roller skates and turn a roller rink out
-You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle
-Meanwhile, she out doing the same thing now
-Nightmares from your dream gal make you scream out
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-Ay, pimp it's Ye, pimp
-40 told me they fuck with me in the Bay, pimp
-So I'mma ride down with the do's open
-Yeah that's the way to get the hoes open
-Yeah, high inch stilettos with the toes open
-And any haters get they nose broken
-Now tell me when to go, tell me where the hoes
-She told me they was cold now you act like you don't know
-Like "ummmm, ummmm", I'mma hit the liquor store
-I'mma be on the low, I'mma have my hoodie on
-If you call out my name then you know they gon' go
-Dumb, you fuckin' up my mode, man
-I told you only call me by my codename
-They already recognize me from my gold chain
-The same one I gave Keyshia Cole, man
-Now go dumb like Cole on Martin, I'm retarded
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-Kanye to the
-I ask God to help me fly away
-And if not
-Then please keep your eye on me
-These niggas is bringing out the worst side of me
-When you wired me
-You inspired me
-To become the higher me
-These execs
-All want the details
-How I made the world bounce like
-Full messages on e-mails
-But they hiding something like she-males
-So
-We still
-Pull up in Sprewells
-The ice and me chill
-Like Goldmember, I love gold
-What's the point to gain the world if you lose your soul
-Now
-Niggas forcing me to keep the heat up
-Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever
-I went platinum
-And I don't rap guns
-My diamonds is whiter than Michael Jackson's
-Me and Miri make music you can hold in time
-So take a second to listen it may blow your mind
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-Ahh... The sweet taste of victory
-Go head and breathe it in like antihistamine
-I know they sayin' "Damn, Ye snapped with this beat!"
-Fuck you expect? I've got a history
-Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels!
-Haters back down, gotta be that steel!
-I know they can't wait till ya outta ya deal!
-Look how they did D'Angelo ask em how do it feel!
-My best friends worry bout me
-Cause they know when you famous
-And you had made cash
-The media aims at us
-And you be up so high
-If you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash
-But God don't ever give me nothin I can't handle
-So please don't ever give me records I can't sample
-So I could vacate where it ain't no channels
-But it's quite ok for a gangsta to wear sandals
-They say because of the fame and stardom
-I'm somewhere in between the church and insane asylum
-I guess it's messin with my health then
-And this verse so crazy when I finish
-I'm just gon check myself in - again
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-Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die
-Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
-Me and Do or Die got maneuvers
-Cold pimp tactics all in one package
-Hollerin' at a chick that could of been a actress
-Right now her back is layin' on my mattress
-Why your team pissed like urine
-Only rock things made for a king
-Tell me tell me it was the LV
-Bigger that the jeans of the
-Rap floor green
-That's how I gotcha
-So I you want a role model to call like Patra
-Quit hollerin' at them losers
-And get with this shit that
-Got his own business an entrepreneur
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-Now if my man Benzino got a Benz and they call him Benzino
-When I get my Bentley they gon call me Bent-lino
-Lot of shit changed since I hooked with Jay-Z yo
-For the tracks I done got 800 C-notes
-So glad I ain't take the drive to Home Depot
-Right now my car and home would be repo'd
-Fuckin with my girl today around three-oh
-My man said let's call some girls that we know
-Ohhhhhhhh!
-Sometimes I wanna say fuck my bitch
-But I don't want nobody to fuck my bitch
-Even if a modelin chick sucked my dick
-It wouldn't make me now feel so sick, just because
-They came over to cheer me up
-Smoked, drink, and yeah we fucked
-No matter what they do it can't be enough
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-Ever since I been flossin'
-My girls totally awesome
-Girls wait to exhale
-They don't breathe often
-Claim that my game stone cold, Steve Austin
-Claim that I boss 'em
-Basically Diana Ross 'em
-But who's to blame for all these fights
-When you ain't always wrong
-I'm just always right
-And I just always like
-To see exactly how your face look
-Right when I walk down that hallway right
-When I pack my bags
-When I got that cab
-You never thought Kanye would ever got that mad
-You acting like I ain't the reason that you got that Jag
-That you got that bag
-Let's talk about amnesia
-Yeah you got that bad
-Kanye the best dressed nigga next to fags
-And I'm the best version of Mase next to Fab
-And I'mma call your best friend up just to stab
-Cause of the way that you do
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-Ma$e said c'mon, Mike said chamone
-Started up early like Raven-Symoné
-Keisha Knight-Pull, Emmanuel
-I dropped out of school with no manual
-Nothin' handed to dude but did I complain
-Every time magazines try to taint my name
-But ya'll can't hold me down like restraint
-I took the T off out the word can't
-'round same time when Nas said I can
-Bush for sendin' our fam to Iran
-I'm in the club with a henny ass in my other hand
-Lord please forgive me, I'm just a man
-Right now I'm trying to make some adjustments
-Before they do me like they did Janet and Just' and 'em
-Me and my cuz and them
-Trying to rap like bust and them
-And my clothes was busted and bummy
-But I ain't eva, eva, accept no money from these so called sponsors
-They was in Benzes, I was in Hondas
-Now I wonder where they all at like Ananda
-Hmm... yea... that something to ponder
-The money I make on this one's for Donda
-That's West to you, you the next
-I can't hold my breath for you
-What you need to do is turn it up some decibels
-And put some more zeroes in front of that decimal, nigga
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-Man, how did she bring it up? How did she break it down?
-Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down that's your child
-But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheatin'
-And you went raw dog when you beat it
-That's when she gon' tell you to beat it
-You know it ain't y'all little secret, you famous you can't go nowhere
-Cause everytime you go there, it's hoes there
-So basically you and your girl over
-I know when she broke the news you told her "Man, don't say that"
-Matter fact like Pat don't say jack
-Everytime a nigga sittin' on pay stacks
-Things come up from way, way, way back
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-I go by the name Kanye Omari
-And I wrote this just to say I'm sorry
-I have foreign cars and houses
-I have porno stars and spouses
-You tryin' to stab one like Jack the Ripper
-I was tryin' to stab two like Jack the Tripper
-My nigga Tone been locked for a minute
-He come home, he from the street
-He gon' want him some strippers
-And I'm a big tipper I don't need to be trippin'
-This my first Rolex it don't even be tickin'
-This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower
-Without them clouding up in half an hour
-So that basically mean my paper getting mean
-Basically mean I'm into better things
-I was an addict of cheating but I stopped before
-You an addict you go with Janet Jackson you cured
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-Yeah, Kanye to the, yeah
-I'm with this bad Ethiopian chick, drinkin' straight up liquor
-I told her I'm Nigerian, a straight up nigga
-Now is it just me, or do them Uggs
-Have girls feet lookin' like sheepskin rugs
-Some rhyme with a name, some rhyme nameless
-Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous
-My apologies, are you into astrology
-Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus
-See that's a little Don Juan game
-All across your chest like Sean John name
-Niggas tryin to figure out since Kan came
-Who the rookie of the year, me or LeBron James
-They say whoa, don't get caught up in the hype
-Ain't no tellin they gon' love you after tonight
-Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models
-Spend money 'til you broke, my nigga live your life!
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-Now how the hell I end up arguing with this bitch? (aww)
-Know everything, but don't know shit (aww)
-Kinda reminiscent of Anna Nicole Smith (aww)
-I just turn my music up like 'Damn that's some cold shit' (aww)
-I mighta known her 'bout a couple of months
-Since then she gained a couple of chunks
-She went from being a strobe light
-To that old lady on Boomerang
-Lady Eloise I need no lights
-And I swear she a riot folks
-How she order all that food and a motherfucking Diet Coke?
-He said 'You lying yo, why is you lying yo?'
-Cut it out, quit it G, you hurting my kid-i-neys
-Naw, she talking bout a couple of kids for me (aww)
-She's hinting at a ring from Tiffany's
-Right then and there I had an epiphany
-I swear since that day I've been treating fat hoes differently
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-There's only one girl on my agenda
-(You talking bout Brenda?)
-Naw I'm talking bout Linda, from last September
-Now Linda love lace like Linda Lovelace
-LaFace says she like +Mase+ but she love +Face+
-And I know that Linda was a hip-hop-head
-And I know that Linda gave Hip-Hop head
-But I feel I could convert her
-Cuz I ain't here to hurt her mayn
-And she was messin wit me when I was still at Burger King
-She ain't hop in my bed cuz of the whips and cream
-Cuz when I had her in bed I had whip cream
-Shakespearian midsummer night dream
-I unzip things and pull out big things
-They was flashin gr-green, she was like "ch-ching"
-Got em, but she know a rreeal nigga when she, spot him
-So now she's pickin dresses from Vera Wang
-Scratchin out her maiden and here's my name
-Now I'm sittin at the bar wit all my guys
-They sayin "Cheers to you for your future years of pain"
-Like "Dog you ready to give all this shit up?
-The summer's on its way and these hoes doin sit-ups
-And when they see the way the G5 lights lit up
-You're gonna wanna have two like John Ritter"
-But naww, I bought her a brand new BM
-He said "Dog, slow down like Brand Nubian now"
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-It cost Kobe seven digits to pay off Bridgett
-And get acquitted and break that bitch off, cause he ain't did it
-Here go the Henny swig it
-You know it's frigid
-I got 'em chillin' in the cooler
-Break out the ruler
-Damn
-Them the biggest tits I ever seen
-We smokin' killer Cali gettin' weeded
-Make it feel like Maui
-Now we feel the good vibrations
-So many B.I.s, so much inspiration
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-Hey miss
-Who's there?
-No time to do hair
-I'm through here
-The show tonight
-So get right
-You look aight
-Let's club now
-A rub down
-Starts flavor while we grind in the theater
-I'm tryin' to cut in the movies
-I'm tryin' to give her something else to drink besides a smoothie
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-Niggas is jealous cause we in drops
-The cops wanna stop us about every four blocks
-Cause what we smokin' them sacks got no seeds
-And what they got in they pockets is no cheese
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-Now bring some more stacks
-Before you ask
-About the price of the tracks
-The game on smash
-Look
-Don't change the facts about these plaques
-Because in fact
-My freestyle hours over powers
-Brothers can't hack it
-Sensitive to truth and mack bitch
-'03 me, Quence and Plain Pat bitch
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-From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
-My girl rocking the little lamb that Mary had
-A l ittle bit of Ghost's style mixed with Mos' style
-I'm versatile I'm the poster child
-Getting cheese so I'm suppose to smile, get it
-We making hits like Sosa now, hit it
-And I hate when girls acting bougie as hell
-And I already seen them naked like Blu Cantrell
-If I talk to people like they stupid as hell
-Do that mean God gone make my kids be stupid as well?
-Well, our father please forgive me
-I'm sinner slash winner slash soul inventer
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-Now if my man Benzino got a Benz and they call him Benzino
-When I get my Bentley, they gon' call me Bentlino
-A lot of shit changed since I hooked with Jay-Z, yo
-For the tracks, charge around 800 C-notes
-So glad I ain't take the job at Home Depot
-Right now my car and home would be repo'd
-I broke up with my girl today around 3-0
-My man said, "Let's call some girls that we know"
-Sometimes I wanna say, "Fuck my bitch"
-But I don't want nobody to fuck my bitch
-Even if a modelin' chick sucked my dick
-It wouldn't make me not feel so sick
-Just because, they came over to cheer me up
-Smoked, drank, and yeah we fucked
-But nothin' that they did could've been enough
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-Now this weed, drank got me faded
-That Malibu is so underrated
-She mad at me, that's an understatement
-I can just see your girlfriends hatin'
-Girl, told you don't leave his ass
-And when that nigga blow he gon' leave your ass
-But when he get low, he gon' need your ass
-If he cryin', callin', bawlin'
-Y'all've been together too long for all this name callin'
-Y'all'll be back together in a day or two
-Yeah we be makin' up but when we makin' up
-All we're makin' up is the truth
-Damn, I know she love me, oh
-But I'm in the Matrix and I'm feelin' I'm Neo
-She could fight for my love like Aaliyah
-Or write a four page letter like Aaliyah
-But I'm a Gemini that's bossy like a Leo
-And sometimes I don't know what side I'm on
-I just know this Patrón got me gone
-And I've done fucked up so bad that I can't go home
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-Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clear
-Kanye West is the name, Southside up in here
-Y'all niggas stole the soul, y'all niggas all some clones
-Y'all need to change y'all tone, nigga, I control the 'go
-Motherfucker close the do', light the weed and let the douja blow
-Why you keep bawlin' though girl, you ain't been around niggas before?
-Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zero?
-How the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means no?
-No means no just as sure as green means go
-Green means paper, dream team caper
-We see haters like shorty on the 'Sixth Sense'
-Y'all finna' see some dead people
-Come through ya block and air people
-My people ain't scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people
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-Uh, if you got any little freak in you then I'mma find it
-These niggas read the pimp manual, but I designed it
-I see you bouncing it up and down and ooh I like it
-I know you gon' be mine, because ooh I'm psychic
-You said you taste like candy do, right?
-Why don't you go ahead, let me get two bites
-How about this: bust out the whip cream
-We could have a real freaky food fight
-Oh no, it's getting too tight
-So I never ever say I'm rapping too tight
-If I come in the middle of the night, then Myleka I'mma do whatever you like
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-Good morning to umm, I don't remember your name
-But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
-Good morning to Chi-Town, where my niggas ride down
-To bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down
-Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
-But her gear is bangin, she one of us now
-I wanted badly to bone, cause she was bad to the bone
-She from a battered home, she mad when she at home
-So I gave her my number to peep off, she wanted to take a week off
-Bustin Scary Movie nuts, I had to get the freak off
-That new Tom Cruise to the Moulin Rouge
-On a too long cruise, she said I ain't bonin you
-With them too long shoes, and acted bougie in a Grey Poupon mood
-So I'mma act cheap in a coupon mood
-She said 'Ye, you don't love me?
-I told her it was good, it's too bad it got ugly
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-Listen, yo
-I drove to New York with ten dollars to my name
-Brought back a couple platinum plaques on a plane
-Brought back the soul to change the game
-Had a little beef I had to aim, it's stainless steel
-The lyrics in my heart I can't restrain they real
-I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill
-For every time a nigga told me stick to the beats
-I could have ate at Cheesecake at least six times a week
-Plus I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit
-Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips
-Dawg I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit
-Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips
-Changing lanes
-Yeah, I'm changing lanes
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-Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
-Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
-Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
-Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
-Yeah, that's how I feel
-To be down, you must appeal
-To the crew, we're rated R
-O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
-Ask me, "Ray Ray, is that yo' car?"
-I seen MTV, I know who you are
-You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
-I did take over the game, brought back the soul
-Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
-Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
-All I, know, I gots to blow
-And I don't play pause I'm from Chicago
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-With my tuxedo
-He asked me do you take this
-Woman to hold and keep the safest
-Plus to lace her, floss wit paper
-Crib and a car, man you know tha basics
-Diamonds your bestfriend
-That makes sense because
-Your a princess and you deserve the princess cuts
-But as long as you gots your defenses up
-You can never get the love that was meant for ya
-Shouldn't you know that I use to come through wanna
-Club
-Real thugs don't never fall in love
-Always on the g-o, for the d-o
-Man I had to take t-o, smits some cutie
-Since my money get right theses days
-I wanna give you more ice than the ice capades
-I gots the church, the ring
-There's something I'm forgetting
-Oh, we gotta have J.E. sing at the wedding
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-For the nigga they love to hate
-But all the bad model girls they love to date
-You need to check my swag and get up to date
-Check check check my swag and get up to date
-Cause when we cut, I'm razorbladin'
-I'm so Lazer, I'm so Major
-I'm so Flava, I'm so Flava, baby I should have a clock on
-Why you get ya, get ya, get ya pretty girl rock on
-For all my girls from Atlanta down to Stockholm
-And they looking like what the hell you got on
-What you mean baby girl, I got homes
-Different cribs, new whips
-And I'm feelin' fly, fly like a G6
-Fly, my swag hit on ladies unknowingly
-Please to meet ya, its a pleasure knowing me
-Back when I was poor I used to pull em with my poetry
-Tick that yes or no for me, I guarantee she go with me
-But the only thing I need to know right now
-What a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town
-With a city girl swag and a country girl smile
-I mean you demoralizing bitches with your style
-Wow, well how about now
-My jewelery so blow, my girls so wow
-I mean, I mean swag so loud
-I guess that's the reason all the concerts so owww
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-Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! (That part)
-Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
-Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
-Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe
-I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
-Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
-Y'all don't feel me, man this ain't okay
-Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
-Rich nigga, still eatin' catfish
-That bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish
-If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
-Have the paparazzi doin' backflips
-If I lay you down on the mattress
-Blow the back out 'til you backless
-Thick, we already established
-She just got 'em done, bra-strapless
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-There go another lawsuit
-In court so much, man I should've went to law school
-Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
-'Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
-I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake Trues
-I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "TRUUU!"
-I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes
-I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
-Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
-These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
-She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
-I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
-That Lexapro got me drowsy, then a heart attack
-I think they finally think got me where they want me at
-I got 700 emails in my inbox
-What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back
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-Since the truth keep niggas traumatized
-They tryna compromise my condom size
-So I Snapchat that whole shit
-Tryna see titties, tryna show dick
-And I swear to God I hope they post it
-I'm blessed
-Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
-See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
-They want me by the road holding up cardboard
-So I go extra hard on the hard floor
-Right now, I'm calling you from my home gym
-Right after that, nigga, I'm gon' swim
-Just did a couple laps in my home pool
-And my daughter right there getting home-schooled
-I'm blessed
-And I was thinking 'bout starting up my own school
-A Montessori
-And the hallway looking like a monastery, oh yes
-I'm way up, I feel blessed
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-You the number one trophy wife
-So it's only right to live the trophy life
-You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
-Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
-I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
-I made it over NBA, NFL players
-So every time I score it's like the Super Bowl
-Baby, we should hit the south of France
-So you could run around without them pants
-I put that glacier on your little hand
-Now that's the only thing without a tan
-My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
-If people don't hate then it won't be right
-You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
-All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?
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-They said, thou shall not be ill, thou shall not feel
-Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
-Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
-They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas hot for real
-Every year gon be our year, every year gon be my year
-These niggas really is out here, these niggas really is out here
-The block is at war, post traumatic stress
-Ran up outta pills, rob that CVS
-Niggas getting bust over In God We Trust
-We believe in God but do God believe in us
-If we believe enough, will we ever get to know 'im
-That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
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-I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
-You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
-You see these niggas'll try to play ya, know how ya feel nigga
-Eh yup, that'd be the day you wanna kill a nigga
-But you gon chill nigga, just for your kids nigga
-Cause now there's kids doing grown man biz nigga
-You just got home nigga, you tryna live nigga
-You don't wanna do another 5 years nigga
-The boss is testing yo ass, the feds'll question yo ass
-They be drug testin' yo ass and then they pray you don't pass
-And then you look in the sky, you got some questions to ask
-With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
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-Hold up, talk to the, talk to the hand
-Bitch, you talking to a grown ass man
-It's like, way-way-way too much up in your pants
-For us not to make the bed squeak (There goes the bed sheets)
-Everybody rip the swag off 'fore I rip the tag off
-Why my pants sag off? Cause I'm rapping my ass off
-Flow so ugly, money so handsome
-This the fucking anthem, get it? The fucking anthem
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-I don't really wanna, uh, talk too much shit
-But you love it when I talk like I lost it
-And I love how you look when you blazin'
-And I swear you turn at least half Asian
-And we about to have a liaison
-She so cool, give head with her shades on
-You should just go and throw a cape on
-And it's just so amazing (So amazing, so amazing)
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-I got a dirty mind
-I got filthy ways
-I'm tryna bathe my ape, (ape)
-In your milky way (way)
-I'm a legend
-I'm irreverent
-I be reverend
-I'll be so faaaaa-ar up
-We don't give a fuuuh-uh-uck
-Welcome to the danger zone
-Step into the fantasy
-You are not invited to the other side of sanity
-They're callin' me an alien a big headed astronaut
-Maybe it's because your boy Yeezy get ass a lot
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-I know a bar out in Mars
-Where they drivin' spaceships instead of cars
-Cop a prada space suit about the stars
-Getting stupid hah, straight up out the jars
-Pockets on shrek, rockets on deck
-Tell me what's next? Alien sex
-Imma disrobe you
-Then Imma probe you
-See I've abducted you
-So I'll tell you what to do
-I tell you what to do (what to do, what to do)
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-Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
-Ain't no question who about to kill 'em
-I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
-I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
-And went hard, all fall like the ball teams
-Just so I can make it rain all spring
-Y'all seen my story, my glory
-I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory
-When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me
-Old money; Benjamin Button "What?" nothin'
-Now super bad chicks giving me McLovin
-You would think I ran the world, like Michelle's husband
-You would think these niggas know me
-When they really doesn't
-Like they was down with the old me – no, you fucking wasn't
-Um, you're such a fucking loser
-He ain't even go to class; Bueller
-Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
-Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack?
-Chasing the stardom will turn you to a maniac
-All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act
-They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap
-I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back
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-Baby girl you're dangerous
-Everybody know that you love those lights
-Baby girl you're dangerous
-So dangerous, but it's only right
-I'm back in your life
-Return Of The Jedi
-L.A. for a night, then return on the red eye
-It's a party in your closet
-I swear it's going off
-I see it's Dolce & Gabbana
-Viktor & Rolf
-Ann Roth
-Uh, huh
-Not to shabby
-You're good around celebs, not too laughy
-So you deserve a rapper and/or athlete
-And/or something more than just a backseat
-Action, I had more beats than I had rhymes
-Now they say you got more girls than you got time
-To spend with 'em
-So I throw them all on the team
-Only problem is, I see they all want a ring, ring
-Let me tell you once ting
-It's gonna take a lot to be down with the king, king
-Down, down with the king
-Now are you really ready for the big screen?
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-Oh they got it all you can see they got it all
-They got the cars the boat and the beautiful house by the shore
-And you know there's more
-But I can't take another minute of it at all
-He wants his kids and the dog
-He wants his breakfast in bed
-He's got his trust fund saved
-Not a worry in his head
-It's not you homie
-I wanna break up the scene and see you running back to me
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-She said she want whatever she like
-She said she gon' bring her friend
-And we goin' have a hell of a night, through the day, I made her say
-Hold up, (yeah?) born in '88 (Word?!)
-How old is that? (Man!) Old enough
-I got seniority with the sororities
-So, that explain why I love college
-Getting brain in the library cause I love knowledge
-When you use your medulla oblongata
-And give me scoliosis until I comatoses
-And do it while I'm sleep, yeah a little osmosis
-And that's my commandment you ain't gotta ask Moses
-More champagne, more toasts-es
-More damn planes, more coasts-es
-And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa
-Ohsa
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-It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
-To everybody on your dick; no homo
-I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos
-Next time I'm in church, please, no photos
-Police escorts, everybody passports
-This the life that everybody ask for
-This the fast life, we are on a crash course
-What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4?
-But I know that if I stay stunting
-All these girls only gonna want one thing
-I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
-Only good gonna come is it's good when I'm cumming
-She got an ass that'll swallow up a G-string
-And up top, ah, two bee stings
-And I'm beasting off the Riesling
-And my nigga just made it out the precinct
-We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
-I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
-Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
-Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
-"What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels."
-"Is that a May-what?" "Baby, these wheels."
-You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
-You feeling like you running, huh? Now you know how we feel
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-I'm known for running my mouth
-I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
-I dunno, I might have said it
-I was kinda gone and light-headed
-And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red
-And as usual, my pants tight-threaded
-It seem like everybody dress tight now
-And I just want my credit
-Don't get it, twisted, or dreaded
-I am the king and will not be headed
-To the morgue no time soon, brethren
-Being broke made my head hurt
-So I need the bread or an Excedrin
-That'll only get my engine revving
-While y'all on 10, I'm on 11
-I'mma make the news, be on at 7
-Matter fact, I'm on this very second
-I'm in first and y'all in second
-And this verse only add to the freshness
-Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list
-What you think? Way more bitches?
-I can never be too big for my britches
-Y'all motherfuckers know who this is
-I'm gifted
-Merry Christmas
-Merry Christmas
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-Aye aye Dream I'm too good at this
-Uhh, uhh, uhh, I can't contain it
-No, no, no I can't restrain it
-There's a lot of stars in here ain't it?
-But you shine so much they don't seem famous
-Where'd you come from on this lonely night?
-I swear God must have made lightning strike
-And I bottled it up
-You hit the red carpet and modeled it up
-We hopped in the 'rari and throttled it up
-Now everybody clappin', they bravoed it up
-All just because it's more than a buzz
-More than a drink, but I took a few sips
-And let it do what it does
-Now drunk textin'
-Like its all about you
-Like I can't spend another minute without you
-You know the drinks let you say things you ain't allowed to
-Things that you fear, but you're way to proud to
-Say out loud
-Cause niggas gonna clown you
-Put your Blackberry down
-People is around you
-I'll put my mack berry down
-I ain't tryin to hound you
-Just tryin' to take you where the stars gonna surround you
-And Uhmm, maybe ice down you
-And Uhmm, maybe white gown you
-And Uhmm, maybe we should talk about all this after I pound you
-Ha, you know I'm just playin' with you
-I know a lot of people mad cause they ain't with you
-Wait is it because we on the moon
-Tell 'em to save the hate we'll be home soon
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-Ayo, I'm sitting on top of the.. it's More Than a Feeling, ain't it?
-I be killing, damn it, I'm ill and I'm ill and ay-ay-ay
-Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars
-And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be
-Spitting fire on the PJ in my PJ's
-Fire Marshall said I took it to the max like TJ
-Y'all ain't peep, I said Marshall's, replay
-I guess I'm like the black Marshall meets Jay
-Meet 'Ye, alligator souffle, got it made
-Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
-You know the pretty ones in that dumb class
-But she got that dumb ass
-Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
-"What happened Teesha, your boyfriend come fast?"
-Turn around, give me pound like we folks
-"Hell no, I went raw-dog, three strokes!"
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-Tell me now, can you make it past your Caspers
-So we can finally fly off into NASA
-You was always the cheerleader of my dream
-That seem to only date the head of football teams
-And I was the class clown that always kept you laughing
-We were never meant to be baby we just happened
-So please don't mess up the trick
-Hey Young World, I'm the new Slick Rick
-They say I move too quick but we can't let this moment pass us
-Let the hourglass pass right into ashes
-Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses
-So I wrote this love letter right before my classes
-How could a goddess ask someone that's only average
-For advice, OMG, you listen to that bitch
-Woe is me baby this is tragic
-Cause we had it, we was magic
-I was flying now I'm crashing
-This is Bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
-Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson
-You should leave your boyfriend now, I'm gon' ask him
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-What she got is so Niagara
-Make a young nigga straight need Viagra
-Make a old nigga give keys to Jaguar
-Just to keep from all the tease and laughter
-Her telling her homegirls that he couldn't stay up
-In the restaurant with her voice way up
-Please keep it discreet
-Keep the business out of the street
-She said "I would if he'll handle biz up in the sheets!"
-Pop off like a thang thang
-He keep keep
-And every time that she bang bang
-He skeet skeet
-And he so bullheaded tried to three peat
-Try imagining something passionate
-Between you Cassie and Kim Kardashian
-Maybe that'll work when you get to hit that ass again
-Or you can grab a Red Bull and sip that twice
-Now y'all can have sexy time, it's nice!!
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-Man this is classic
-Call her National Geographic
-Her ass is African, but her eyes so Asian
-Plus the waist and, time's a-wastin'
-This some good pussy, dog please don't waste it
-You said "Fuck that, man I'm gon' tape it!"
-And came before you barely even got the tape in
-She had the maid outfit, it's all on her apron
-I know a friend who got drunk and claim a fat bitch raped him
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-I feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks
-I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex
-I feel like this but niggas don't know he's stressed
-I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
-I got the money and the fame, man, that don't mean shit
-I got the Jesus on a chain, man, that don't mean shit
-Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
-Yo, I need just at least, uh, one of Russell's nieces
-On, I let my nightmares go
-I put on everybody that I knew from the 'Go
-I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
-They say, "Damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more?"
-"You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me"
-You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely
-Ai-ee-ah, so lonely, ai-ee-ah!
-Let me see what we have tonight, I'm high as a satellite
-I see those flashing lights cause every night, every night, I put on
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-This a number one champion sound (yeah)
-Yeah, Estelle we about to get down (get down)
-Who the hottest in the world right now? (ha)
-Just touched down in London town (ha)
-Bet they give me a pound
-Tell them put the money in my hand right now (yes)
-Tell the promoter we need more seats
-We just sold out all the floor seats
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-Who killing them in the UK, everybody going to say "you, K"
-Reluctantly, because most of this press don't fuck wit me
-Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down. Don't act a fool now, now"
-I always act a fool oww, oww, ain't nothing new now, now
-He crazy, I know what you thinking
-Ribena I know what you're drinking
-Rap singer, chain blinger
-Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
-What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
-Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer?
-Dressed smart like a London bloke, before he speak his suit bespoke
-And you thought he was cute before, look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke
-And I know you ain't into all that, I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit
-But I still talk that CA-A-ASH cause a lot wags want to hear it
-And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest
-Like The Pips at their gladdest
-And I know they love it
-So to hell with all that rubbish
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-Aye, yo this mutherfucka's jammin', I'm on it it's an anthem
-Who is that in the Phantom, please no cameras
-They gone have me on Concrete Loop in my pajamas
-To hide the goods, I would need pants big as Hammers
-I be tippin' them dancers, they be sayin' I'm handsome
-I was pretty before the dough but now I'm just the man
-You remind me of my old chick
-On that eighty four shit
-Oh shit
-Did you see the way she got her toes did?
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-This is what y'all all looking forward to
-This is more than historical, anything that I say that is audible
-Ought to blow, just like a chick givin' oral, yo
-Lick the black, get the cream, like a Oreo
-Hit the track, get the C.R.E.A.M., same story, yo
-Trick that on Armani Emporium, it's more important, though
-Yes sir, my aura is orchestral, but way fresher
-Cause I simply throw a symphony, on a SMPTE, but I know
-That niggas steal beats, so after I emcee, I empty the M.P
-So I can stay out of reach, they used to say, "You'se a producer"
-I'm glad I never listened to you losers, cause now, I'm in
-Shibuya, buyin' somethin that's, way too exclusive
-Uh, ra-ra-ra-ra-rappers are in danger, this floor is from a manger
-But meaner than Lucifer, yeah, and this is the new drug
-I'm the new high, y'all want ya weed back?
-Yell, "I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap!" (E. Rap...)
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-Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
-Did I have under my belt, like boxers
-Not to brag but, if it add up
-One, two... nigga that's mad nuts
-Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
-Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
-The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
-Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
-Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
-Head so good he don't ask for a pre... nup
-Now ask yourself this question, umm
-Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
-Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
-Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
-Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo'
-But since they all fall in my Palm, I take a trio, yo
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-Yesterday I was half the man you see
-Baby thats because you the other half of me
-You my number 1 hit on the line of the charts
-I'mma FedEx my love and have you +sign+ for my heart
-For my number 1 I keep ya dumb fly
-Fresh to death you like after death
-I resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth
-Now we Fresh as a Prince while they Jazzy Jeff
-And you don't be sayin shit when they askin questions
-A-a-and you be givin. me my space a-a-and
-You don't be runnin. on MySpace a-a-and
-You know some other shit I hate w-w-what
-W-w-when they violate b-but
-Tonight man I ain't in the mood for it
-Don't matter who wore it, you wore it
-Look how ya co-or Dinated man that's my favorite
-I love the way that it
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-GLC gon be stoned as Angie
-I be Don C, Johnny Patron and me
-It's a celebration bitches more bottles of cham-p-aign
-In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
-And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
-Dawg I can't keep saying G.O.O.D music the greatest latest
-Stunting out the middle of nowhere like Vegas
-From the Chi, the city of hella haters
-Where we keep rising to the top like elevators
-Hi haters I'm back off hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us
-Turn the radio down I mean every song
-Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian
-Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on
-Until Khaled turned up the volume
-Hit the club with it come on homie they wilding
-Nas done told you come on homie we major
-Really Doe told you hoes where we staying
-G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing
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-Bein' at the bar tryin' ask what that hypno hit fo' (Hit fo')
-Knowin' I can't afford to get mo' (Get mo')
-Here's a broke nigga tricked buy one bottle and sip slow (sip slow)
-Or, or leave the club now
-Do like I did, come back when u get dough
-A fishstick nigga now we messing with lobsters
-We messin' with Grammies, we messin' with Oscars
-You messin' with that dranky drank
-Plus you puffin' on that stanky stank
-In the morning you gon' draw a blank
-The hotel said y'all was on 'em
-My girl wasn't on shit, I picked the wrong one
-Steady talkin' bout I ain't like them other girls
-Well tonight I'm tryin' to find them other girls
-Bring they own rubber girl
-Never meet ya mother girl
-You know they love it when you love 'em
-And they tell they friends girl
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-They say your attitude determines your latitude
-I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
-And still the motherfucker you love to hate
-But can't, because you love what I make
-Now ain't that about a bitch
-And I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hits
-They don't want to turn they speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough
-All that talkin' I feed off of, keep it up
-I'm relaxin', my feet is up
-I'm leavin' you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up
-I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front
-Make black history every day, I don't need a month
-The survey says, by the streets according
-Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan
-Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
-Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and
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-I keep you laced up so you ain't gotta borrow nothing
-From them broke ass friends who be bargain hunting
-They say they shop on eBay --baby why is they frontin'?
-They be on the internet but they never cop nothin'
-I keep you in Girl what is those on your toes?
-And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold
-I suppose you was told by them hoes I was cheatin'
-Thinkin' my heart don't got nothing to do with my penis
-He got a mind of his own and he just be seeing shit
-And I don't wanna cheat but I don't be saying shit
-I try to jack off he ask me who is you playin' wit?
-But I know he love you he told me you was his favorite
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-I had that little ass Nissan at your crib showin' up
-Liquor store out of Arbor Mist, we Irish Rosed it up
-Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes
-You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two G's
-But that's that last year purse like it's still too cheap
-Ooh you so bougie boo you could have fooled me
-Cuz five years ago you was so Fugees
-Now you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few Gs
-You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah
-The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
-You remind me of my Jeep, but not no Kia
-We can talk on your cell, but not Nokia
-It be goin' in and out, that's why I barely hear ya
-It be goin' in and out like a robbery ah
-I'm tryin' to take this money like Rob and G. Dep
-Then I'mma take you to the house like Trick and Trina
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-My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
-My freak girl told me now, she a Christian
-My White girl wanna move back to Michigan
-I'm pulling girls off the bench like a sixth man
-I'm in the club doing the same ol' two step
-While Omegas doing the same ol' "Q" step
-I have my money on my mind, I was thinking green
-She a pledge A.K.A., she was pink and green
-I want a good girl, she want a gentleman
-We saying the same thing like a synonym
-I wasn't really spitting game I was scrimmaging
-My penmanship so hard it needs censorship
-I'm a Chicagoan till Chicago ends
-Till we blow like Chicago wind
-I don't know what's better, getting laid or getting paid
-I just know when I'm getting one, the other's getting away
-This way
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-(Plain Pat what up?)
-Lifestyles of the broke and famous
-Let you know how crazy this game is
-Look at all the new beautiful faces
-At home supermodel, myspaces
-Long for their shot on the TV screens
-American Idol never seen these dreams
-Just last week they want to see ID
-Now they got you in VIP, huh?
-How many people almost famous
-You almost remember what they name is
-Like "Hey, didn't you play in..? No it couldn't be, quit playin"
-Try to keep that balance
-After MTV that's a Real World Challenge
-Back on that train
-Never to be heard from again
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-Yes, Mr. West's turn that new child rebel
-Loud as a badass child level
-Who need a chorus? We do it tyrannosaurus
-Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone
-Could you explain how high is your zone?
-We'll take the plane, rub his nose in cocaine
-There's hoes in magazines you layin' saying you're lame
-And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants
-Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
-Diamonds blue, his business manager's Jewish
-And if I get sued my lawyers Jews
-Some girls do grab the cojones
-Say "you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us"
-Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
-CRS is like a hip-hop Chris' bonus
-Niggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell
-I was too busy rapping, G.O.O.D. as hell
-I was too busy flying, parasail
-To Colette to get the new shit that Paris sell
-Tarantino, Da Vinci, getting Benjies, get half off of Fendi
-Half of that's to Cindy's
-Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy
-Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
-Props in New York, but Chi-Town's the city
-Get my groupie hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci's
-Are those the real millionnaires or the bendies?
-I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah
-But let me check your account, haha, no sir
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-Niggas be lovin' the old Ye, they sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin'
-But when Ali turn up and be Ali, you can't ever change that nigga back to Cassius
-So you can gon' and make up lies, but I'm so sanctified
-I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a handkerchief
-And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus (Ross grunt)
-People sayin', "Ye we need another Yeezus" (Ross grunt)
-Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wildin' out, out"
-But who the fuck is you reachin'?
-Pass me 30 bottles, champagne procession
-That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
-God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
-Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?
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-You say you wrong, you wrong, I'm right, I'm right
-You're wrong, we fight
-Ok, I'm running from the light, running from the day to night
-Oh, the quiet silence defines our misery
-The riot inside keeps trying to visit me
-No matter how we try, it's too much history
-Too many bad notes playing in our symphony
-So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go
-Let it fall, let it crash, burn slow
-And then you call upon God
-Oh, you call upon God
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-We keep these G's in an alloy safe
-And stash the weed in an Altoids case
-They say good things come to those who wait
-So I'mma be at least about a hour late
-I'm so fresh bitch I should be arrested
-New Cody Chesnutt with my nuts on your chest bitch
-She said “hey 'Ye”
-I said “Yes, bitch”
-"Damn I'm only asking you a question"
-I met this milf at the All-Star getting action
-A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
-Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
-And her booty is why God invented my balls
-I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
-Start it up, huh, start it up
-So popular you should get a shot of us
-Niggas don't take shots at us that is only obvious
-The first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
-Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic'd it
-Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it
-These ain't even real clothes homie I'm pajama rich
-Banks told me homie go switch the style up
-These bitches on me homie only to arouse us
-Told her I ain't paying tonight I'm only browsing
-She pulled her blouse up, said “It's free”, I said WOWZERS!
-
-I'm going in and I'ma go hard
-I mean what's the point if it ain't no scars
-A little teeth marks
-Blood on the collar
-That's real love, mmhmm ahhnah
-She said uh
-How could you love someone that hurt you, played you, spoke to provoke you
-How could you love someone that burns you, turns you into a werewolf
-And in the moment you might do some things you're not aware of
-No one's prepared for the scale of this, and now you fear love
-And war and war and more and more drama looking for a score
-State you're looking for a tour
-Her allure is more couture, tailor-made
-'Til your screams in rage
-I mean ahhhhh I'm breaking out the damn cage, aghh
-Hannibal Lector, my A-merican Psycho
-A iller version of Ike, yo
-The Thriller version of Michael
-My recital is as bright as the light show up at the Eiffel
-A werewolf up in Paris, I'm livin' off your vitals
-I mean, I'll be your con man, I'll be your damn liar
-Let's start the interview, I'll be your vampire
-I gotta feel you, bite your neck to get familiar
-And if you die, guess what, I fuckin' killed you
-
-You know what, yo? You a bitch
-You should have a travel agent, cause you a trip
-You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit
-But all you got is some fucking issues you fucking bitch
-I hate niggas, but I love your mom
-Give her a kiss for me, her second son
-Get your mind right baby or get your shit together
-You gonna be hot a little while, I'mma be rich forever
-Girl seducers, they come in deuces
-But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance
-Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
-He just took my old bitch and turn it to his new bitch
-I'm stupid but I won't get my drama on
-What I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on
-Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
-So when you talk 'bout “you know who” I don't know who you talking 'bout
-
-Unfortunately for the rest of ya'll
-I'm way better than the best of all
-And even though they focus on just the flaws
-They still gonna annihilate the festivals
-And we still gonna sip Dom Perignon
-And still gonna eat the filet mignon
-Yeah, yeah, yeah I've been known to cover up my eyes
-With the Ray Beons
-
-Flashing lights, the stress of life
-Its way too much to handle in one night
-Live this life like there's no tomorrow
-Wake up in Paris with a Russian model
-Throw your hands in the sky
-If anybody got five dollars in your pocket right now
-I call this club Titanic
-Why, cause it's going down
-
-For all my young ladies ladies that driving Miss Daisy
-Driving me crazy, rock the beat, baby
-Hop up out the ERR! she eat up the pavement
-I don't give a ERR!, baby, he crazy
-I'm back by unpopular demand
-Least he still popping in Japan, shopping in Milan
-Hopping out the van, screams from the fans
-"Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top again!"
-And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler
-So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya
-Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior
-And I'mma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
-My outfit so disrespectful
-You can go 'head and sneeze cause my presence blessed you
-I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
-Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
-And I know it's superficial and you say it's just clothes
-But we shopping in that motherfucker and they just closed
-So go ahead and just pose
-When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze
-And I know they tryna get they cool back
-And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?"
-So they could never say we never lived it
-And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute
-
-Martin Louie the King Jr
-Starting all that stunting is gonna ruin you
-If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone
-With the Grey Poupon, anything 'Ye poop on
-Will explode, cause I am the shit and this is my commode
-Uh-oh, there they go
-Talkin' bout how your boy's clothes extra-tight
-I just remembered that my limelight extra-bright
-I hit the strip club and girls get extra-hype
-You hit the strip club and girls turn extra-dyke
-We know who not getting no sex tonight
-And a lap dance'll prob'ly be a blessing, right?
-So all the shit you talking, dead, coffin
-Light the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in
-Where it's at? Austin, Where is that? Texas
-What's in front? Benzes, What else? Lexus
-Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
-
-Mr. West is in the buildin'
-Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion
-Ayo, I know I got it first
-I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the Pilgrims
-Thanksgiving, do we even got a question?
-Hermes pastel, I pass the dressing
-My attitude is tattooed, that mean it's permanent
-So I guess we should address it, huh?
-My swagger is Mick Jagger
-Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it
-"Why you so mad for? Why you gotta have it?"
-'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
-Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
-How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine
-Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
-Tryin' to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
-
-Lollipop, lollipop
-Breasts is just like Dolly Parton
-She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
-That hit the spot, 'til she ask
-"How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?"
-Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze?
-Tell her, "Girl, like Doritos, that's nacho cheese"
-Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm trying to lay"
-I can't only have one and I ain't tryin to wait"
-This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gonna melt
-But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else
-I'mma rap like I got some type of respect for myself
-I don't do it for my health, man I do it for the belt
-Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
-Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt
-Man, the flow so cold chicken soup won't help
-We need fo' mo' hoes, we need oh-oh-oh-oh!
-You know what it is when we're outta town
-We ball in 2 seats, and you out of bounds
-So come here baby girl
-You're now fuckin' with the best in the world
-Lollipop
-The best in the wo-rld
-
-I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth
-But sometimes I gotta American Express myself
-When the pastor asked me why I'm flashy
-Well, sometimes I gotta bless myself
-I see you shining, shining like a mirror ball
-Why when we're abroad we don't never hear of y'all?
-You local retard, I'm the king of the world
-So the king of your city by default
-Niggas pullin' out cash in wads
-My pants kinda tight, only fit, a credit card
-But please don't get to spazzin' on 'em
-Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him
-And all my niggas, is big tippers
-Why? A little rain never hurt no strippers
-And it ain't like I can't get along with you
-But I need you to get along while I get richer
-Speakin' of richer you talkin' bout prior
-Let's talk about now and the future which I am
-All star ah, Super Bowl shuffle
-Suicide door ah, big world tour ah
-I am the menorah of this new era
-And uh, you are?, dawg, whatever
-Got to excuse the cockiness
-But only an asshole can give you this much shit
-
-Right about this time raise your glasses
-What's my motivation, that ass is
-Start a conversation, like as if
-You really want to know about a day in that shit
-Go ahead and tell the DJ to play Swizz
-So I ain't gotta tell these hoes who I is
-Bitches hatin' again that's music to my ears
-What's you think my fuel was for all Of these years?
-I'm inspired when people don't like me
-It keep me writing so exciting
-Man, the drama is so enticing
-I might just bite a motherfucker like Tyson
-And just too fly a motherfucker show your chain
-Throw your cash, that's cake and icing
-I asked her 'you buying?'
-She said 'no just sight seeing''
-Maybe that's just because you ain't found the right thing? yeah!
-
-Lookin' out my loft windows man my dreams became true
-Lookin' at the mirror, wondering if it's the same dude
-Lookin' at my closet wondering if it's all about clothes
-Look right next to me, wondering if it's all about
-Hop in the car and asked the OnStar where this life goes
-And I drive so fast I blur the light post
-They say Drive Slow, I say "I know"
-Then errrr, away I go
-And the way I flew
-In this year or two
-I know this is what God put me here to do
-But in this excitement
-You just might miss
-A shorty with a demo like "Hey, you might like this"
-And see
-He
-Remind me of me
-Just a year ago
-Now he
-Tellin' me
-I'm his her-ro-oh
-I took his CD and asked him what he's lookin' for
-He said, "Man, I don't know. Maybe a miracle"
-
-Excuse me but this verse
-Has not been Russell Simmons approved uh-uh
-You won't see it on Run's house uh-uh
-You won't see it at a nun's house
-My New York nigga said he heard it at son's house
-Talkin' 'bout how this ho is poor as my low is
-Baby is my Lois, maybe I'm just bogus
-Cause she don't wan't you to buy her a drank
-Swizz said she ain't got no money in the bank
-And she be standin' there, cause it's cameras
-Tryin' to show yo legs off, you ain't Amerie
-If I fall in love, a girl gon' live on rodeo
-Until that day-o, she take the monorail
-And I don't want no girl that will answer to "ayo"
-Make it more harder, make me put some work in
-You get to flirtin', play her just perfect
-Fuck a drank, I'mma buy tha bar if ya worth it
-
-Now I don't know what the hell this song is talkin' bout
-Do you?
-She said Yeah, I been spendin' all day tryin' to figure that out
-You too?
-The arms race made 'em raise they arm and race straight to the top
-Who knew? (who knew?)
-Right now they got that number one spot, do you want that? (want that?)
-Me too
-One thing I gotta call out, boy, take a look at Fall Out Boy
-Since they ain't black, when they get money, they don't ball out, boy
-They just buy tight jeans till their nuts hang all out, boy
-They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gonna dress tighter
-He dress white so we gone dress whiter
-So in spite of
-Anything you might've
-Seen or heard
-This scene occurred
-Word
-
-How can you say Kan is so pompous?
-You ain't been to his concerts?
-You just talking that nonsense
-He in the same league Nas is
-Or Jay is
-My favorite
-A lot of people say that's where 'Ye is
-Though a freshman still the West man
-One of the best, man, like Taye Diggs
-And I was oh so patient
-While niggas straight disrespectin' him
-So I did what they ain't expect from him
-Dropped The Dropout and blazed 'em
-And ain't nobody feel my pain
-Until the hits that I came with
-I'm Kanye not Kayne
-But to you, I'm Rick James bitch
-
-Uh! And I'll be trying to come around my girl acting like Mr
-Friendly
-And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
-I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
-And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
-Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get em a
-Clone
-He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
-And everything you do is extra cold
-From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
-I got family in high places like Jesus' niece
-Can I please, say my peace
-If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased
-And this one here, is a heat rocks
-Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
-New version of Pete Rock!
-But for that Benz I get CL love
-So I switch my girls around like 3LW
-I'm calling
-
-You my name is Kanye from the Roc-a-fam
-When the Glocks on jam so when we pop 'em scram
-We showed you on champions how we get down
-So don't twist your lips up like bobby brown
-You got LL on your bedroom wall
-Well I'll be double L trying to talk to y'all
-Now I ain't even stay in class
-To figure out RnB to get all of that
-Yow 'cuence this girl is bad
-
-I'm getting spins all day in L.A
-We can go to the D where Dwele dwell
-D.C, P.G or ATL
-Back in the Chi, mean my life like a magazine
-Honey wanna know the details about my ebony
-Well that's XXL
-Far as the penthouse, yeah that's upscale
-Mademoiselle got a hell of a Black tail
-I'm feeling her vibe, her Body and Soul
-I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
-Well lets kill all the parlayin and offer you a cosmopolitan
-Lets jet out the club, get some oxygen
-Your friends claim I'm a player, you be lucky to keep me
-But you know people gon' be talking 'bout us weekly
-My car be in a Robb Re-p-o-r-t but what's more important to me
-Is that you..
+Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
+But I'm only going to get this one chance
+Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
+Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
+If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
+And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
+You were just what the doctor ordered I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
+They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
+I got a laptop in my back pocket
+My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
+Got a fat knot from that rap profit
+Made a living and a killing off it
+Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
+With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
+I'm an MC still as honest
+But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
+This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
+You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
+Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
+The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
+That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
+Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
+Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
+How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
+Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
+It's actually disastrously bad
+For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
+Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
+Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
+Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
+Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
+MC's get taken to school with this music
+'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
+Now I lead a new school full of students
+Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
+-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
+Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
+To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
+Roll Hall of Fame
+Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
+Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
+On the wall of shame
+You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
+Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
+Little gay looking boy
+So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
+You witnessing a massacre
+Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
+Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
+You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
+And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
+Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
+I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
+I'mma work for everything I have
+Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
+Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
+To keep up with the same pace looking boy 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
+Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
+Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
+Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
+And I should not be woken
+I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
+But I got your mom deep throating
+I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
+I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
+It's me, my honesty's brutal
+But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
+For good at least once in a while
+So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
+Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
+But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
+Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
+I know there was a time where once I
+Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
+So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
+Appeal with the skin color of mine
+You get too big and here they come trying to,
+Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
+One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
+Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
+See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
+Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
+You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
+And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
+You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
+You're like normal, fuck being normal
+And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
+To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
+'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
+Singin' to a man while they played piano
+Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
+So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
+"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
+Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
+Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
+What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
+Innovative and I'm made of rubber
+So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
+I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
+How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
+Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
+For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
+Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
+I make elevating music, you make elevator music
+Oh, he's too mainstream
+Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
+It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
+With rock, shock rap with Doc
+Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
+I don't know how to make songs like that
+I don't know what words to use
+Let me know when it occurs to you
+While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
+It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
+How many verses I gotta murder to,
+Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
+School flunkie, pill junky
+But look at the accolades the skills brung me
+Full of myself, but still hungry
+I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
+And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
+But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
+I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
+Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
+But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
+Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
+They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
+But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
+Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
+And understand the discrimination
+But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
+But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
+Don't mistake it for Satan
+It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
+And take a vacation to trip a broad
+And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
+Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God? Look
+If you had
+One shot
+Or one opportunity
+To seize everything you ever wanted
+In one moment
+Would you capture it
+Or just let it slip? Yo
+His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
+There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
+He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
+To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
+What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
+He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
+He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
+The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
+Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
+Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
+He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
+He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
+It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
+He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its
+Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
+He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
+This world is mine for the taking
+Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
+A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortem
+It only grows harder, only grows hotter
+He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
+Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
+Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
+He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
+But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
+His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
+They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada
+So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on
+Da da dumb da dumb da da You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
+Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
+I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
+I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
+But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher
+Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
+All the pain inside amplified by the
+Fact that I can't get by with my nine to
+Five and I can't provide the right type of
+Life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
+And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer
+This is my life and these times are so hard
+And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
+See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna
+Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much
+For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not
+Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
+To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
+Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not
+Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
+So here I go is my shot
+Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You can do anything you set your mind to, man [Chorus - Rihanna]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy) [Eminem - Verse 1]
+I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
+Oh well, guess beggers can't be choosey
+Wanted to receive attention for my music
+Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
+Been wanting my cake, And eat it too
+And wanting it both ways
+Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
+When I blew seep and it was confusing
+Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
+Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
+Hit the lottery (oh wee)
+With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
+It was like winning a huge meet
+Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
+I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
+Going cuckoo and cookey as Kool Keith
+But I'm actually weirder than you think
+Cause I'm... [Chorus]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh
+Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh [Eminem - Verse 2]
+Now I ain't much of a poet
+But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
+And don't squander it
+Cause you never know when it could all be over
+Tomorrow so I keep conjuring
+Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
+(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this? there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're wandering?)
+I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
+Cause I needed an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
+And save me from myself and all this conflict
+Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
+My OCD is conking me in the head
+Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
+I'm just relaying what the voice in my head saying
+Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the... [Chorus]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh
+Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh [Eminem - Verse 3]
+Call me crazy, but I had this vision
+One day that, I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian
+But, until then,
+drums get killed and I'm Coming straight at
+Emcees, blood get spilled and I
+Take it back to the days that, I get on a Dre track
+Give every kid who got played at
+Pumped the feeling
+and shit to say back
+To the kids who played 'em
+I ain't here to save the fucking children
+But if one kid out of a hundred million
+Who are going through a struggle feels and it relates that's great
+It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
+In the draft, turn nothing into something still, can make that
+Straw in the gold chump I will spend
+Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack
+Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
+I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
+It's nothing, I'm still friends with the... [Bridge]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+(Get along with)
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+(You're tryna)
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid (yeah)
+To take a stand, it's been a ride
+Everybody, I guess I had to
+Go to that place
+To get to this one
+Now some of you
+Might still be in that place
+If you're tryin' to get out
+Just follow me
+I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
+But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
+'Cause ain't no way I'm a let you stop me from causin' mayhem
+When I say I'm a do somethin' I do it
+I don't give a damn what you think
+I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world, feed it beans
+It's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin' me
+I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
+And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony
+No if, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
+From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album he's still shittin'
+Whether he's on salary, paid hourly, until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
+Whichever comes first, for better or worse
+He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
+His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt
+And fuck the whole universe I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (everybody)
+Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Okay quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
+I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
+You said you was king
+You lied through your teeth, for that fuck your feelings
+Instead of gettin' crowned you're gettin' capped, and to the fans
+I'll never let you down again, I'm back
+I promise to never go back on that promise
+In fact, let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was eh
+Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
+Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now
+All I'm tryin' to say is get back, click-clack, blow 'cause I ain't playin' around
+It's a game called circle and I don't know how
+I'm way too up to back down
+But I think I'm still tryin' to figure this crap out
+Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud
+Still follows me around but it's time to exercise these demons
+These muh'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (everybody)
+Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road And I just can't keep living this way
+So starting today
+I'm breaking out of this cage
+I'm standing up, I'mma face my demons
+I'm manning up, I'mma hold my ground
+I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
+Time to put my life back together right now (now) It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
+Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
+For you, so I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
+And don't realize what you did, believe me you
+I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
+I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
+My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers and drop dead
+No more bee flingers, no more drama from now on
+I promise to focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father
+So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters and raise it
+You couldn't lift a single shingle on it, 'cause the way I feel
+I'm strong enough to go to the club or the corner pub
+And lift the whole liquor counter up 'cause I'm raising the bar
+I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin' at stars, I feel amazing and I'm not I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (Everybody)
+Come take my hand come (Come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
+But I'm only going to get this one chance
+Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
+Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
+If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
+And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
+You were just what the doctor ordered I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
+They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
+I got a laptop in my back pocket
+My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
+Got a fat knot from that rap profit
+Made a living and a killing off it
+Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
+With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
+I'm an MC still as honest
+But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
+This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
+You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
+Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
+The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
+That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
+Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
+Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
+How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
+Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
+It's actually disastrously bad
+For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
+Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
+Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
+Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
+Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
+MC's get taken to school with this music
+'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
+Now I lead a new school full of students
+Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
+-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
+Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
+To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
+Roll Hall of Fame
+Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
+Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
+On the wall of shame
+You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
+Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
+Little gay looking boy
+So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
+You witnessing a massacre
+Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
+Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
+You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
+And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
+Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
+I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
+I'mma work for everything I have
+Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
+Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
+To keep up with the same pace looking boy 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
+Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
+Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
+Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
+And I should not be woken
+I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
+But I got your mom deep throating
+I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
+I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
+It's me, my honesty's brutal
+But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
+For good at least once in a while
+So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
+Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
+But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
+Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
+I know there was a time where once I
+Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
+So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
+Appeal with the skin color of mine
+You get too big and here they come trying to,
+Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
+One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
+Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
+See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
+Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
+You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
+And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
+You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
+You're like normal, fuck being normal
+And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
+To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
+'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
+Singin' to a man while they played piano
+Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
+So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
+"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
+Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
+Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
+What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
+Innovative and I'm made of rubber
+So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
+I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
+How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
+Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
+For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
+Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
+I make elevating music, you make elevator music
+Oh, he's too mainstream
+Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
+It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
+With rock, shock rap with Doc
+Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
+I don't know how to make songs like that
+I don't know what words to use
+Let me know when it occurs to you
+While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
+It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
+How many verses I gotta murder to,
+Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
+School flunkie, pill junky
+But look at the accolades the skills brung me
+Full of myself, but still hungry
+I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
+And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
+But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
+I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
+Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
+But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
+Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
+They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
+But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
+Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
+And understand the discrimination
+But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
+But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
+Don't mistake it for Satan
+It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
+And take a vacation to trip a broad
+And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
+Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God? Look
+If you had
+One shot
+Or one opportunity
+To seize everything you ever wanted
+In one moment
+Would you capture it
+Or just let it slip? Yo
+His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
+There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
+He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
+To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
+What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
+He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
+He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
+The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
+Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
+Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
+He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
+He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
+It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
+He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its
+Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
+He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
+This world is mine for the taking
+Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
+A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortem
+It only grows harder, only grows hotter
+He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
+Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
+Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
+He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
+But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
+His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
+They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada
+So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on
+Da da dumb da dumb da da You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
+Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
+I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
+I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
+But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher
+Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
+All the pain inside amplified by the
+Fact that I can't get by with my nine to
+Five and I can't provide the right type of
+Life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
+And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer
+This is my life and these times are so hard
+And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
+See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna
+Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much
+For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not
+Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
+To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
+Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not
+Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
+So here I go is my shot
+Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You can do anything you set your mind to, man [Chorus - Rihanna]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy) [Eminem - Verse 1]
+I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
+Oh well, guess beggers can't be choosey
+Wanted to receive attention for my music
+Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
+Been wanting my cake, And eat it too
+And wanting it both ways
+Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
+When I blew seep and it was confusing
+Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
+Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
+Hit the lottery (oh wee)
+With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
+It was like winning a huge meet
+Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
+I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
+Going cuckoo and cookey as Kool Keith
+But I'm actually weirder than you think
+Cause I'm... [Chorus]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh
+Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh [Eminem - Verse 2]
+Now I ain't much of a poet
+But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
+And don't squander it
+Cause you never know when it could all be over
+Tomorrow so I keep conjuring
+Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
+(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this? there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're wandering?)
+I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
+Cause I needed an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
+And save me from myself and all this conflict
+Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
+My OCD is conking me in the head
+Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
+I'm just relaying what the voice in my head saying
+Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the... [Chorus]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh
+Well, that's nothing
+oh oh oh oh [Eminem - Verse 3]
+Call me crazy, but I had this vision
+One day that, I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian
+But, until then,
+drums get killed and I'm Coming straight at
+Emcees, blood get spilled and I
+Take it back to the days that, I get on a Dre track
+Give every kid who got played at
+Pumped the feeling
+and shit to say back
+To the kids who played 'em
+I ain't here to save the fucking children
+But if one kid out of a hundred million
+Who are going through a struggle feels and it relates that's great
+It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
+In the draft, turn nothing into something still, can make that
+Straw in the gold chump I will spend
+Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack
+Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
+I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
+It's nothing, I'm still friends with the... [Bridge]
+I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster
+That's under my bed
+(Get along with)
+Get along with the voices inside of my head
+(You're tryna)
+You're trying to save me
+Stop holding your breath
+And you think I'm crazy
+Yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid (yeah)
+To take a stand, it's been a ride
+Everybody, I guess I had to
+Go to that place
+To get to this one
+Now some of you
+Might still be in that place
+If you're tryin' to get out
+Just follow me
+I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
+But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
+'Cause ain't no way I'm a let you stop me from causin' mayhem
+When I say I'm a do somethin' I do it
+I don't give a damn what you think
+I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world, feed it beans
+It's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin' me
+I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
+And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony
+No if, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
+From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album he's still shittin'
+Whether he's on salary, paid hourly, until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
+Whichever comes first, for better or worse
+He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
+His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt
+And fuck the whole universe I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (everybody)
+Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Okay quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
+I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
+You said you was king
+You lied through your teeth, for that fuck your feelings
+Instead of gettin' crowned you're gettin' capped, and to the fans
+I'll never let you down again, I'm back
+I promise to never go back on that promise
+In fact, let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was eh
+Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
+Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now
+All I'm tryin' to say is get back, click-clack, blow 'cause I ain't playin' around
+It's a game called circle and I don't know how
+I'm way too up to back down
+But I think I'm still tryin' to figure this crap out
+Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud
+Still follows me around but it's time to exercise these demons
+These muh'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (everybody)
+Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road And I just can't keep living this way
+So starting today
+I'm breaking out of this cage
+I'm standing up, I'mma face my demons
+I'm manning up, I'mma hold my ground
+I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
+Time to put my life back together right now (now) It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
+Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
+For you, so I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
+And don't realize what you did, believe me you
+I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
+I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
+My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers and drop dead
+No more bee flingers, no more drama from now on
+I promise to focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father
+So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters and raise it
+You couldn't lift a single shingle on it, 'cause the way I feel
+I'm strong enough to go to the club or the corner pub
+And lift the whole liquor counter up 'cause I'm raising the bar
+I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin' at stars, I feel amazing and I'm not I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
+To take a stand (to take a stand)
+Everybody (Everybody)
+Come take my hand come (Come take my hand)
+We'll walk this road together, through the storm
+Whatever weather, cold or warm
+Just letting you know that, you're not alone
+Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie I can't tell you what it really is
+I can only tell you what it feels like
+And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe
+I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight
+As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight
+High off of love drunk from my hate
+It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer
+I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown
+She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me,
+And I love it, wait
+Where you going, I'm leaving you
+No you ain't, come back
+We're running right back, here we go again
+It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great
+I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
+But when it's bad, it's awful
+I feel so ashamed, I snapped, who's that dude
+I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her
+I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much
+You can barely breathe, when you're with them, you meet
+And neither one of you, even know what hit 'em,
+Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills, used to get 'em
+Now you're getting fucking sick, of looking at 'em
+You swore you've never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em,
+Now you're in each others face,
+Spewing venom, and these words, when you spit 'em
+You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em,
+Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments, when you're in 'em
+It's the rage that's the culprit, it controls you both
+So they say it's best, to go your separate ways,
+Guess that they don't know ya 'cause today, that was yesterday
+Yesterday is over, it's a different day
+Sound like broken records, playin' over, but you promised her
+Next time you'll show restraint
+You don't get another chance,
+Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again
+Now you get to watch her leave,
+Out the window, guess that's why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie Now I know we said things, did things
+That we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns
+Same routine, but your temper's just as bad, as mine is
+You're the same as me, but when it comes to love, you're just as blinded
+Baby please come back, it wasn't you,
+Baby it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
+Maybe that's what happens When a tornado meets a volcano
+All I know is I love you too much, to walk away now
+Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
+Don't you hear sincerity, in my voice when I talk,
+Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
+Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the dry wall
+Next time, there will be no next time
+I apologize even though I know it's lies
+I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar
+If she ever tries to fucking leave again
+I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie [Bruno Mars]
+This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
+We're all right where we should be
+With my arms out wide I open my eyes
+And now all I wanna see
+Is a sky full of lighters
+A sky full of lighters [Eminem]
+By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
+I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
+If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
+Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em skyward uh
+Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king...
+This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
+Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
+I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music
+There is or there ever will be, disagree?
+Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
+The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses.
+Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
+And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
+Poppin' shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
+Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
+You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
+I love it when I tell 'em shove it
+Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered
+Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
+Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz
+Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
+Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head
+Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
+Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
+Little hussy ass fusses, 'cause fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
+What difference it make?
+What it take to get it through your thick skulls
+As if this ain't some bullshit
+People don't usually come back this way
+From a place that was dark as I was in
+Just to get to this place
+Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
+And let it be known from this day forward
+I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
+So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″ [Bruno Mars]
+This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
+We're all right where we should be
+With my arms out wide I open my eyes
+And now all I wanna see
+Is a sky full of lighters
+A sky full of lighters [Royce Da 5'9"]
+By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
+I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
+My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
+And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
+To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
+Tell him how real he is or how high I am
+Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
+I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
+So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up
+Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
+I'll stop when I'm at the very top
+You shitted on me on your way up
+It's 'bout to be a scary drop
+Cause what goes up must come down
+You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box
+Every hour, happy hour now
+Life is wacky now
+Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
+Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow
+Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
+Ya'll are doomed
+I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
+My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
+Cause now I'm in the Aston
+I went from having my city locked up
+To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
+And now I'm fantastic
+Compared to a weed high
+And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
+See me, we fly
+Y'all buggin' out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
+And how real is that
+I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that
+Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag [Bruno Mars]
+You and I
+Know what it's like
+To be kicked down
+Forced to fight
+But tonight, we're alright
+So hold up your lights
+Let it shi-i-i-i-ine
+Because... This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
+We're all right where we should be
+With my arms out wide I open my eyes
+And now all I wanna see
+Is a sky full of lighters
+A sky full of lighters Obie Trice
+Real name no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,
+'Round the outside, 'round the outside
+Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,
+'Round the outside, 'round the outside Guess who's back, back again
+Shady's back, tell a friend
+Guess who's back, guess who's back?
+Guess who's back, guess who's back?
+Guess who's back, guess who's back?
+Guess who's back? I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
+They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
+Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
+A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
+Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
+Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
+By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
+When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey)
+You waited this long to stop debating
+'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
+I know you got a job, Ms. Cheney
+But your husband's heart problem is complicating
+So the F-C-C won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
+They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
+But it feels so empty without me
+So come on and dip, bum on your lips
+Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
+And get ready 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
+I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!" Now this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me
+I said, this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
+Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
+They start feeling like prisoners helpless
+'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "Bitch!"
+A visionary, vision is scary,
+Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves, a rebel
+So let me just revel and bask
+In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
+And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
+For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
+Well I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
+Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
+Under your skin like a splinter
+The center of attention back for the winter
+I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
+Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
+"Testing attention please"
+Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
+Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
+A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me
+I said, this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me A-tiskit a-taskit,
+I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, 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 thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow me
+You don't know me, you're too old, let it go its over,
+Nobody listens to techno
+Now let's go, just give me the signal
+I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
+I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
+Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
+But sometimes this shit just seems
+Everybody only wants to discuss me
+So this must mean I'm disgusting
+But it's just me I'm just obscene
+Though I'm not the first king of controversy
+I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
+To do black music so selfishly (hey!)
+And use it to get myself wealthy
+Hey, there's a concept that works
+Twenty million other white rappers emerged
+But no matter how many fish in the sea
+It will be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me
+I said, this looks like a job for me
+So everybody just follow me
+'Cause we need a little controversy
+'Cause it feels so empty without me Kids! Lately I've been hard to reach
+I've been too long on my own
+Everybody has a private world
+Where they can be alone
+Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
+Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fuckin' depressed
+I just can't seem to get out this slump
+If I could just get over this hump
+But I need something to pull me out this dump
+I took my bruises, took my lumps
+Fell down and I got right back up
+But I need that spark to get psyched back up
+In order for me to pick that mic back up
+I don't know how or why or when
+And I ended up in this position I'm in
+I starting to feel distant again
+So I decided just to pick this pen
+Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit
+Or come to grips, with the fact that
+I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
+I know some shits so hard to swallow
+And I just can't sit back and wallow
+In my own sorrow, but I know one fact
+I'll be one tough act to follow
+One tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow
+Here today, gone tomorrow
+But you have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see
+What it'd be like, to be me
+I'll be you, let's trade shoes
+Just to see what I'd be like to
+Feel your pain, you feel mine
+Go inside each other's mind
+Just to see what we find
+Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
+Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
+Everything is so tense and gloom
+I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
+Just as soon as I walk in
+It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
+Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that
+I'm not looking for extra attention
+I just want to be just like you
+Blend in with the rest of the room
+Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
+I don't need no fucking manservant
+Follow me around, and wiping my ass
+Laugh at every single joke I crack
+And half of 'em ain't even funny like
+Haha Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
+Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
+So why don't you all sit down
+Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
+Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
+And you don't have to walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see
+What it'd be like, to be me
+I'll be you, let's trade shoes
+Just to see what I'd be like to
+Feel your pain, you feel mine
+Go inside each other's mind
+Just to see what we find
+Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so so
+Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you Nobody asked for life to deal us
+With these bullshit hands we're dealt
+We gotta take these cards ourselves
+Flip them, don't expect no help, now I could have either just
+Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
+But take this situation in which I'm placed in
+And get up and get my own, I was never the type of kid
+To wait but I know to unpack his bags
+Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
+For a dad to show up who never did
+I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went
+I dreamed of being that cool kid
+Even if it meant acting stupid, Aunt Edna always told me
+Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
+Meanwhile I'm just standing there
+Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
+Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
+I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
+But I already told you my whole life story
+Not just based on my description
+Cause where you see it from where you're sitting
+Is probably a hundred and ten percent different
+I guess we would have to walk a mile
+In each other's shoes, at least
+What size you where? I wear tens
+Let's see if you can fit your feet In my shoes, just to see
+What it'd be like, to be me
+I'll be you, let's trade shoes
+Just to see what I'd be like to
+Feel your pain, you feel mine
+Go inside each other's mind
+Just to see what we find
+Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so
+Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
+They can all get fucked, just stay true to you so Lately I've been hard to reach
+I've been too long on my own
+Everybody has a private world
+Where they can be alone
+Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
+Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you Yea, to my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon
+And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes
+That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em
+And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
+Even if it sounds corny,
+Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful Yeah
+I know sometimes things may not
+Always make sense to you right now
+But hey,
+What daddy always tell you?
+Straighten up little soldier
+Stiffen up that upper lip
+What you crying about?
+You got me Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
+Well I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
+I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
+I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
+Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
+Daddy's with you in your prayers
+No more crying, wipe them tears
+Daddy's here, no more nightmares
+We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
+Laney uncles crazy, ain't he?
+Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
+We're all we got in this world
+When it spins, when it swirls
+When it whirls, when it twirls
+Two little beautiful girls
+Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
+I know it's confusing you
+Daddy's always on the move, mama's always on the news
+I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
+The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
+All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
+Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
+We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
+But things have gotten so bad between us
+I don't see us ever being together ever again
+Like we used to be when we were teenagers
+But then of course everything always happens for a reason
+I guess it was never meant to be
+But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
+But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
+Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream Now hush little baby, don't you cry
+Everything's gonna be alright
+Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
+Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
+I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
+We fear how we feel inside
+It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
+But I promise momma's gon' be alright It's funny
+I remember back one year when daddy had no money
+Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
+And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
+Cause daddy couldn't buy 'em
+I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
+Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
+But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
+And at the time every house that we lived in
+Either kept getting broken into and robbed
+Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
+Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
+Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
+And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
+And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
+Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
+On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
+And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
+And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
+And flew you and momma out to see me
+But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
+Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
+And you and Laney were to young to understand it
+Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
+And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
+I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
+Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
+Now I'm sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
+Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
+To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
+Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
+Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
+I like the sound of that, yeah
+It's got a ring to it don't it?
+Shh, momma's only gone for the moment Now hush little baby, don't you cry
+Everything's gonna be alright
+Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
+Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
+I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
+We fear how we feel inside
+It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
+But I promise momma's gon' be alright And if you ask me too Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
+I'mma give you the world
+I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
+I'mma sing for you
+I'll do anything for you to see you smile
+And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
+I'mma break that birdies neck
+I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
+And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (ha ha) Yo, it's my life, my own words I guess Have you ever loved someone so much
+You'd give an arm for
+Not the expression, no
+Literally give an arm for
+When they know they're your heart
+And you know you are their armor
+And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
+But what happens when karma
+Turns right around and bites you
+And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
+What happens when you become the main source of her pain
+"Daddy look what I made"
+"Dad's gotta go catch a plane"
+"Daddy where's mommy?
+I can't find mommy, where is she?"
+"I don't know, go play, Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
+Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon write itself"
+I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself
+Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
+And put hands on her mother who's the spittin' image of her
+That's Slim Shady, yeah baby Slim Shady's crazy
+Shady made me
+But tonight, Shady's rock-a-bye baby And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back I keep havin' this dream,
+I'm pushin' Hailie on a swing, she keeps screamin', she don't want me to sing
+"You're makin' mommy cry, why, why is mommy cryin'"
+"Baby, daddy ain't leavin' no more, Daddy you're lyin'
+You always say that, you always say this is the last time
+But you ain't leavin' no more daddy, you're mine"
+She's pilin' boxes in front of the door tryin' to block it
+"Daddy please, daddy, don't leave, daddy, no, stop it"
+Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
+It's got a picture, "This will keep you safe daddy, take it with ya"
+I look up, it's just me standin' in the mirror
+These fuckin' walls must be talkin', 'cause man I can hear 'em
+They're sayin', "you got one more chance to do right
+And it's tonight, now go out and show em that you love 'em before it's too late"
+And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
+It turns to a stage, they're gone and the spotlight is on and I'm singin' And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back Sixty thousand people all jumpin' out their seat
+The curtain closes, they're throwin' roses at my feet
+I take a bow, and thank you all for comin out
+They're screamin' so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
+I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seein'
+"Daddy, its me, help mommy, her wrists are bleedin'"
+But baby we're in Sweden
+How did you get to Sweden?
+"I followed you daddy
+You told me that you weren't leavin'
+You lied to me dad, and now you made mommy sad
+And I bought you this coin, it says number one dad
+That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin"
+"I get the point, fine, me and mommy are goin'"
+"But baby wait, it's too late dad, you made your choice
+Now go out there and show em that you love em more than us
+That's what they want
+They want you, Marshall
+They keep screamin' your name
+It's no wonder you can't go to sleep
+Just take another pill, yeah I bet you you will!
+You rap about it, yeah word, kid keep it real"
+I hear a applause, all this time I couldn't see
+How could it be, that the curtain is closin' on me
+I turn around, find a gun on the ground
+Cock it, put it to my brain, scream Die Shady! And pop it
+The sky darkens, my life flashes
+The plane that I was supposed to be on, crashes, and burns to ashes
+That's when I wake up
+Alarm clock's ringing, there's birds singin'
+It's spring and Hailie's outside swingin'
+I walk right up to Kim and kiss her tell her I miss her
+Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister almost as if to say And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn,
+Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that,
+I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
+And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back I'm about to lose my mind
+You've been gone for so long, I'm runnin' outta time
+I need a doctor, call me a doctor
+I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back
+Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back
+But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm sayin' that
+Doubts startin' to creep in, everyday it's just so grey and black
+Hope, I just need a ray of that, cause no one sees my vision
+When I play it for 'em, they just say it's wack, they don't know what dope is
+And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this
+All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest
+You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you
+But for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do
+But it just dawned on me you lost a son, demons fighting you, it's dark
+Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you
+I don't think you realise what you mean to me, not the slightest clue
+Cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick
+You gon either wanna fight me when I get off this fuckin' mic
+Or you gon' hug me, but I'm outta options, there's nothin' else I can do cause I'm about to lose my mind
+You've been gone for so long, I'm runnin' outta time
+I need a doctor, call me a doctor
+I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life It hurts when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas
+You say they're just pieces, so I'm puzzled, cause the shit I hear is crazy
+But you're either gettin' lazy or you don't believe in you no more
+Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form
+Can't make a decision you keep questionin' yourself
+Second guessin' and it's almost like your beggin' for my help
+Like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fuckin' be my mentor
+I can endure no more I demand you remember who you are
+It was YOU, who believed in me when everyone was tellin'
+You don't sign me, everyone at the fuckin' label, let's tell the truth
+You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you
+Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy, Dre, I'm cryin' in this booth
+You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours
+But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more
+But I ain't givin' up faith and you ain't givin' up on me
+Get up Dre I'm dyin', I need you, come back for fuck's sake I'm about to lose my mind
+You've been gone for so long, I'm runnin' outta time
+I need a doctor, call me a doctor
+I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life
+bring me back to life, bring me back to life,
+I need (a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life) It literally feels like a lifetime ago
+But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday, though
+You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes
+Once you got inside the booth, told you, mic smoke
+Went through friends, some of them I put on, but they just left
+They said they was ridin' to the death, but where the fuck are they now?
+Now that I need them, I don't see none of them
+All I see is Slim, fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him
+Fuckin' backstabbers, when the chips were down you just laughed at us
+Now you bout to feel the fuckin' wrath of Aftermath, faggots
+You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the fuck we been?
+You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots
+And the crackers' ass, little crack a jack beat
+Makin' wack math, backwards producers, I'm back bastards
+One more CD and then I'm packin' up my bags and as I'm leavin'
+I'll guarantee they scream, "Dre, don't leave us like that man!" cause I'm about to lose my mind
+You've been gone for so long, I'm runnin' outta time
+I need a doctor, call me a doctor
+I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life May I have your attention please?
+May I have your attention please?
+Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
+I repeat will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
+We're going to have a problem here Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
+Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door
+Started whoopin' her ass worse than before, they first get divorced
+Throwing her over furniture
+It's the return of the "Oh wait, no way, your kidding,
+He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
+And Dr Dre said
+Nothing you idiots Dr Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
+Feminist women love Eminem, chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I'm sick of him
+Look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what
+Flippin' the you know who "yeah, but he's so cute though"
+Yea I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
+But no worse than what's going on in your parent's bedrooms
+Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but can't,
+But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
+My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
+And if I'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss
+And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
+And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is.
+Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade,
+They got the discovery channel don't they?
+We ain't nothing but mammals,
+Well some of us cannibals, who cut other people open like cantaloupes.
+But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
+Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
+But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote.
+Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up
+'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
+Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too.
+You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
+Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me.
+"But Slim what if you win wouldn't it be weird?"
+Why? So you guys can just lie to get me here?
+So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears.
+Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
+So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
+And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first.
+Little bitch put me on blast on M-T-V
+"Yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim, he he"
+I should download her audio on mp3
+And show the whole world how you gave Eminem V.D.
+I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me
+So I've been sent here to destroy you
+And there's a million of us just like me
+Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me, who dress like me
+Walk, talk and act like me, it just might be the next best thing,
+But not quite me 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up
+'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up I'm like a head trip to listen to
+'Cause I'm only giving you, things you joke about with your friends
+Inside your living room
+The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
+And I don't gotta be false or sugar coat it at all
+I just get on the mic and spit it, and whether you like to admit it (rip)
+I just shit it better than 90 percent of you rappers out there
+Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums, it's funny
+'Cause at the rate I'm going when I'm thirty
+I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting.
+Pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens
+And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
+And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin' he could be workin' at Burger King
+Spitten on your onion rings
+Or in the parking lot circling,
+Screaming I don't give a fuck with his windows down and system up
+So will the real Shady, please stand up
+And put one of those fingers on each hand up
+And to be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
+And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up
+'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up
+'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
+All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
+So won't the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
+Please stand up,
+Please stand up Haha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us,
+Fuck it,
+Let's all stand up My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
+I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
+I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
+There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
+Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
+But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
+My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
+If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
+I'm a name her Bonnie
+I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
+I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
+I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
+I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
+I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
+I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
+Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
+Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
+This is Stan My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
+I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
+If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
+You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
+That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
+We waited in the blistering cold for you,
+For four hours and you just said, "No."
+That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
+He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
+I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
+Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
+See I'm just like you in a way
+I never knew my father neither
+He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
+I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
+So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
+'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
+I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
+Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
+It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
+See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
+My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
+But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
+She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
+I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
+Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
+This will be the last package I ever send your ass
+It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
+I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
+So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
+I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
+Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
+You dare me to drive?
+You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
+About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
+But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
+That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
+Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
+And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
+I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
+I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
+You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
+And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
+I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
+See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
+Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
+But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
+'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
+Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
+Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
+You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
+Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
+And here's an autograph for your brother
+I wrote it on the Starter cap
+I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
+Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
+But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
+I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
+You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
+To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
+And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
+That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
+I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
+Or maybe you just need to treat her better
+I hope you get to read this letter, I 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 so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
+I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
+I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
+Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
+And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
+And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
+Come to think about, his name was, it was you
+Damn! Where's my snare?
+I have no snare on my headphones
+There you go
+Yeah, yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
+I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
+Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
+Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
+Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin'
+Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
+Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin' Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
+See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
+Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
+I'ma make you look so ridiculous now I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time I said, I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet Ha, I got some skeletons in my closet
+And I don't know if no one knows it
+So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
+I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
+Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
+My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
+'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye?
+No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
+Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
+To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
+I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human
+But I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
+But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
+'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
+It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show' I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time I said, I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
+Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin'
+But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
+Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
+Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
+My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
+Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
+So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
+But guess what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
+And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
+But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
+See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
+Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
+You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
+Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
+Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time I said, I'm sorry momma
+I never meant to hurt you
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleanin' out my closet Love, love
+Love, love,
+Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more
+Young Money yeah uh Ah, throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
+But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her
+Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing about her
+Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
+I'm rolling sweets, I'm smoking sour
+Married to the game but she broke her vows
+That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
+And my night stands are full of open Bibles uh
+I think about more than I forget
+But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
+And these niggas know I lay them down, make them beg
+Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
+Money outweighing problems on a triple beam
+I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes, uh
+Be good or be good at it
+Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
+Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say
+I'm high as a bitch up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days
+OK, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
+I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
+It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
+All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
+So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
+No love lost,
+No love found It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah)
+You kicked me when I was down, but what you say, just (Don't hurt me)
+That's right (It don't hurt me) I don need you (No more)
+Don't wanna see you (No more)
+Ha bitch you get (No love) You showed me nothing but hate
+You ran me into the ground, but what comes around goes around (Yeah)
+(And you don't hurt me)
+That's right (You don't hurt me) and I don't need you (No more)
+Don't want to see you, (No more)
+Ha bitch you get no love
+No love
+No love
+No love, ha
+Bitch you get no love
+No love
+No love, and I don't need you (No more)
+Get 'em I'm alive again
+More alive than I have been in my whole entire life I can
+See these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen,
+I'm a little bit sicker than most,
+Shit's gonna get thick again, they say the
+Competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
+I ain't never giving in again
+Caution to the wind, complete freedom,
+Look at these rappers, how I treat them so why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em yeah
+They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them
+Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
+Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute,
+Yeah that rap was tight, but I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
+So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um
+Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit and start over from scratch and write new ones
+But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
+When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
+It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place
+All the way to the parking lot, fellow
+Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
+You can see the sparks from hot metal
+Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game I so started
+To rock fellow, when I'm not even in my harshest
+You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow
+'Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop, I'm standing on my Monopoly board
+That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore
+When you're so good that you can't say it 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore
+People just get sick 'cause you spit, these fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
+And you can never break my stride,
+You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
+You'll never take my pride, killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent is getting no
+Mercy, mark my words, ain't letting up, relentless I smell blood,
+I don't give a fuck, keep giving them hell
+Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Oh)
+You kicked me when I was down, but what you say, just (Don't hurt me)
+Yeah that's right (It don't hurt me) And I don need you (No more)
+Don't wanna see you (No more)
+Ha bitch you get (No love) You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah)
+You ran me into the ground, but what comes around goes around
+(And you don't hurt me) That's right (You don't hurt me) and I don't need you (No more)
+Don't want to see you, (No more)
+Ha bitch you get no love
+No love
+No love
+No love, ha
+Bitch you get no love
+No love
+No love, and I don't need you (No more)
+Ha, bitch you get no (Love) 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
+And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
+And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
+And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse 'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
+'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
+'Cause when I am not then I'm a stop pinning them
+And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
+Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them
+Women are caught in webs spin and hock venom
+Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
+Amoxicillin is just not real enough
+The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a
+Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
+You're coming with me, feel it or not
+You're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us
+You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle
+Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up
+For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
+You Bizzles forgot Slizzle does not give a fuck 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get
+When you're real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
+This is your moment and every single minute you spittin'
+Trying to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again
+So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can
+And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
+'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
+I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in;
+It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
+Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
+But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
+So when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me
+That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me
+Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
+You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me
+The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart
+What is he thinking? Enough to not go against me, smart
+And its absurd how people hang on every word
+I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
+But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved
+If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
+'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
+That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
+My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
+I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
+But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
+The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers'
+So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em
+The track is on some battling raps who want some static
+'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
+A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. 'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
+'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
+'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
+I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse. Until the roof (Until the roof)
+The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
+Until my legs (Until my legs)
+Give out from underneath me (Underneath me, I) I will not fall
+I will stand tall
+Feels like no one can beat me Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me
+Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up
+Look look Now while he stands tough
+Notice that this man did not have his hands up
+The Free World's got you gassed up
+Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
+1 pac 2 pac 3 pac 4
+4 pac 3 pac 2 pac 1
+You're pac he's pac You're pac none This guy ain't no motha fuckin MC
+I know everything he's got to say against me
+I am white I am a fuckin' bum
+I do live in a trailer with my mom
+My boy future is an Uncle Tom
+I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
+Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
+I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
+And Wink did fuck my girl
+I'm still standing here screamin' fuck the Free World Don't ever try to judge me dude
+You don't know what the fuck I've been through
+But I know something about you
+You went to Cranbrook
+Thats a private school
+What's the matter dog?
+You embarrassed?
+This guy's a gangster?
+His real names' Clarence
+And Clarence lives at home with both parents
+And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle hes shook
+'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
+He's scared to death
+He's scared to look at his fuckin year book
+Fuck Cranbrooke Fuck a beat I'll go a capella
+Fuck a Papa Doc
+Fuck a clock
+Fuck a trailer
+Fuck everybody
+Fuck ya'll if you doubt me
+I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash I say it proudly
+And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
+Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me Mm
+You high baby?
+Yeah
+Yeah?
+Ha ha ha
+Talk to me
+You want me to tell you somethin'
+Uh huh
+I know what you wanna hear 'Cause I know you want me baby
+I think I want you too
+I think I love you baby
+I think I love you too
+I'm here to save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world
+I wanna grow together
+Let's let our love unfurl
+You know you want me baby
+You know I want you too
+They call me Superman
+I'm here to rescue you
+I wanna save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world Oh boy you drive me crazy Bitch you make me hurl They call me Superman
+Leap tall hoes in a single bound
+I'm single now
+Got no ring on this finger now I'll never let another chick bring me down
+In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick
+Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
+Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
+I'll tell the motherfucking slut to her face
+Play new games, say new names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
+I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
+Kiss my dick, hit my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ass
+Don't put out? I'll put you out
+Won't get out? I'll push you out
+Puss blew out, poppin' shit
+Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
+Am I too nice? Buy you ice
+Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life
+What you tryin' to be, my new wife?
+What you Mariah? Fly through twice
+But I do know one thing though
+Bitches they come, they go
+Saturday through Sunday Monday
+Monday through Sunday yo
+Maybe I'll love you one day
+Maybe we'll someday grow
+'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe 'Cause I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Your superman, your superman Don't get me wrong
+I love these hoes
+It's no secret
+Everybody knows
+Yeah we fucked
+Bitch so what?
+That's about as far as your buddy goes
+We'll be friends
+I'll call you again,
+I'll chase you around every bar you attend
+Never know what kind of car I'll be in
+We'll see how much you'll be partying then
+You don't want that
+Neither do I
+I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
+Too much pride
+Between you and I
+Not a jealous man, but females lie
+But I guess that's just what sluts do
+How could it ever be just us two?
+Never loved you enough to trust you
+We just met and I just fucked you
+But I do know one thing though
+Bitches they come they go
+Saturday through Sunday Monday
+Monday through Sunday yo
+Maybe I'll love you one day
+Maybe we'll someday grow
+'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe
+I know you want me baby
+I think I want you too
+I think I love you baby I think I love you too
+I'm here to save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world
+I wanna grow together
+Lets let our love unfurl
+You know you want me baby
+You know I want you too
+They call me Superman
+I'm here to rescue you
+I wanna save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world Oh boy you drive me crazy
+Bitch you make me hurl
+First thing you said
+I'm not phased,
+I hang around big stars all day,
+I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
+You're just plain ol' Marshall to me
+Ooh yeah girl run that game
+Hailie Jade I love that name,
+Love that tattoo, what's that say?
+Rot in pieces' aw that's great
+First off you don't know Marshall
+At all so don't grow partial
+That's ammo for my arsenal
+I'll slap you off that bar stool
+There goes another lawsuit
+Leave hand prints all across you
+Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
+You want what you can't have
+Ooh girl that's too damn bad
+Don't touch what you can't grab
+End up with two back hands
+Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
+Girl you just blew your chance
+Don't mean to ruin your plans
+But I do know one thing though
+Bitches they come they go
+Saturday through Sunday Monday
+Monday through Sunday yo
+Maybe I'll love you one day
+Maybe we'll someday grow
+'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe I know you want me baby
+I think I want you too
+I think I love you baby
+I think I love you too
+I'm here to save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world
+I wanna grow together
+Let's let our love unfurl
+You know you want me baby
+You know I want you too
+They call me Superman
+I'm here to rescue you
+I wanna save you girl
+Come be in Shady's world
+Oh boy you drive me crazy
+Bitch you make me hurl 'Cause I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Your superman, your superman 'Cause I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+I can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Can't be your superman
+Your superman, your superman We touch I feel a rush
+We clutch
+It isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what's in store for us
+It's lust its torturous,
+You must be a sorceress 'cause you just did the impossible
+Gained my trust don't play games it'll be dangerous, if you fuck me over
+'Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it's like to hurt
+'Cause I've been treated like dirt before you and love is "evol"
+Spell it backwards I'll show ya Nobody knows me I'm cold, walk down this road all alone
+It's no ones fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go
+Frozen as snow I show no emotion whatsoever so
+Don't ask me why I have no love for these mofuckin' hos
+Bloodsucking succubuses, what the fuck is up with this,
+I've tried in this department but
+I ain't had no luck with this,
+It sucks but it's exactly what I thought it would be like tryin' to start over
+I gotta hole in my heart for some kind of emotional rollercoaster
+Something I wont go until you toy with my emotion so it's over
+It's like an explosion every time I hold ya, I wasn't jokin' when I told ya
+You take my breathe away
+Your a supernova, and I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
+And I'm aiming right at you
+Right at you
+Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June
+And I'm aiming right at you
+Right at you
+Right at you I'll do whatever it takes, when I'm with you I get the shakes
+My body aches when I ain't
+With you I have zero strength
+There's no limit on how far I would go
+No boundaries no lengths
+Why do we say that until we get that person that we think is
+Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em it's never the same
+You want them when they don't want you, soon as they do, feelings change
+It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate
+I wasn't looking when I stumbled onto you, must've been fate
+But so much is at stake what the fuck does it take,
+Let's cut to the chase, 'fore a door shuts in your face
+Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open, that I wont be makin' a mistake ('Cause I'm a) I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
+And I'm aiming right at you
+Right at you
+Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June
+And I'm aiming right at you
+Right at you
+Right at you So after a year and six months, no longer me that you want
+But I love you so much it hurts,
+Never mistreated you once
+I poured my heart out to you,
+Let down my guards swear to God
+I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms
+Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin' I'm tryin' to stop you from leavin'
+You won't even listen so fuck it, I'm tryin' to stop you from breathin'
+I put both hands on your throat
+I sit on top of you squeezin' til I snap ya neck like a popsicle stick
+Ain't no possible reason , I could think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live
+Tears stream down both of my cheeks
+Then I let you just go and just give
+Before I put that gun to my temple, I told you this And I would've done anything for you
+To show you how much I adored you
+But it's over now, It's too late to save our love
+Just promise me you'll think of me
+Every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
+And I'm aiming right at you
+Right at you
+Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June
+And I'm so lost without you
+Without you
+Without you Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (what?)
+Excuse me, (my name is) (who? My name is)
+Slim Shady
+Can I get the attention of the class (huh my name is, what my name is)
+For one second My name is (My name is Slim Shady) Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!)
+Wanna see me stick Nine inch Nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)
+Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)
+Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)
+My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
+But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh)
+And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a base-head!" Uh-uh!
+"So why's your face red? Man you wasted!"
+Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
+'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
+Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
+And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
+I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass, faster than a fat bitch
+Who sat down too fast
+C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
+I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off! Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in Junior High
+Thanks a lot next semester I'll be thirty five
+I smacked him in his face with an eraser,
+Chased him with a stapler
+Stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Ow!)
+Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
+Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
+Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a space ship
+While they screamin' at me "Let's just be friends!"
+Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
+I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!)
+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 rush your stands
+Try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh!)
+This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
+So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole!" Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
+Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate!
+I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!)
+I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
+(Huh yup!) Am I comin' or goin'?
+I can barely decide
+I just drank a fifth of vodka,
+Dare me to drive? (Go ahead) all my life I was very deprived
+I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
+(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
+I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)
+When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
+How you gonna breast feed me Mom? You ain't got not tits!
+I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
+Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang!)
+I'm steamin' mad (Argh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)
+Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (who?)
+My name is (huh?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady The way you shake it, I can't believe it
+I ain't never seen an ass like that
+The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing, doing, doing
+I don't believe it, it's almost to good to be true
+I ain't never seen a ass like that
+The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing doing doing The way she moves, she's like a belly-dancer
+She's shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams
+I think someone's at the door but I don't think I'mma answer
+Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing
+What do you mean, 'freeze'? Please, I'm a human being!
+I have needs! I'm NOT done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
+I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing
+Mr. Officer! I'm already on my knees
+I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me
+And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee
+Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B;, I sing song
+It go Ring-a-Chong, a-Ching-Chong-Chong-Chong-Ching
+Psych! I joke, I joke! I keed, I keed!
+If I offend, I'm sorry! Please, please, forgive!
+For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet
+I can get away anything I say and you will love it! The way you shake it, I can't believe it
+I ain't never seen an - ass like that
+The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing doing doing
+Jessica Simpson looks oh so tempting
+Nick, I ain't never seen a ass like that
+Everytime I see that show on MTV, my pee-pee goes
+Doing doing doing Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome
+Now they getting older, they're starting to grow bum-bums
+I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn
+Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing
+What do you mean, 'freeze'? Geez, I just got my seat!
+I have ticket, look, I put it away, my zipper's zipped!
+Please do not remove me from this movie theatre, please
+I did not even get to see Mary Kate's shower scene
+I didn't mean to be obscene or make a great big scene
+And don't treat me like I'm Pee Wee Herman, this movie's PG
+Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney
+I will simple plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free
+Free, yes free, right back on the streets
+What you mean my lawyer's with Michael, he's too busy?
+I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man
+And I can say that and you'll laugh
+Cause there's a puppet on my hand The way you shake it, I can't believe it
+I ain't never seen an - ass like that
+The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing, doing, doing
+Hilary Duff is not quite old enough, so
+I ain't never seen her butt like that
+Maybe next year, I'll say ass and she'll make my pee-pee go
+Doing, doing, doing The way she moves, she dances like a go-go
+In that video, she sings, "Get out, you bozo
+I need a new boyfriend!" Hi, my name is JoJo
+Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing
+What do you mean, 'freeze'? My computers will be seized
+And my keys, to my ranch, I just bake cookies
+Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this
+Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this
+Nobody is safe from me! No, not even me
+I don't even know if I can say the word 'pee-pee'
+Pee, on the radio but I think I did
+Janet, is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit!
+Psych! I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed
+I don't think my joke is working, I must flee quick!
+Get to the chopper, everybody get out
+I am not Triumph, I am Ah-nuld, get dowwwn! The way you shake it, I can't believe it
+I ain't never seen an - ass like that
+The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing, doing, doing
+So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me please
+I ain't never seen a - ass like that
+Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
+Doing, doing, doing The fuck is wrong with you?
+Ha! Ah ah ah ahhh (Oh god damn)(Ooh)
+I'm gonna fackin cum (Oh shit)(oh yeah)
+Fack fack faack, (Fuck I am) (Ooh)
+I am, I'm going to cum
+I'm cumming (oh yeah) I never seen no shit like this,
+This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist
+Condom on my dick of course it is,
+This bitch don't know what abortion is
+So I can't cum in her, fucks like a porn star, looks like Jenna,
+Fack I'm gonna,
+Cum I think my rubbers comin' off,
+But oh its so fuckin' wet and soft,
+Fuck, I'm gonna start lettin' off
+I'm squirting and she's not gettin' off,
+And she's on top, I'm gonna fackin', oh god,
+Oh don't do that, don't, stop
+Stop, don't, I don't mean don't stop!
+Ow wait a minute, ow ow fuck I, I'm gonna fuckin' cam! Ah ah ah ahhh (Oh god damn)(Ooh)
+I'm gonna fackin cum (Oh shit)(oh yeah)
+Fack fack faack, (Fuck I am) (Ooh)
+I am, I'm going to cum
+I'm cumming (oh yeah) Oh wow, boo that pow, ooh ow I need a cigarette now!
+Oh I'm so fucking hot, and you're so fucking hot,
+Oh my god, I wanna fackin' fack
+No not fuck, I said fack ,
+F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K, fack, fack fack fackin' freak me!
+Oh yeah girl see baby they call me Mr freaky,
+Let's call your sister 3-way, have some threesome, me so horny
+And you're such a fuckin' babe I wanna go down on you, fuck you shave!
+Ohh god damn, here I go again, I'm gonna cum I am! Ah ah ah ahhh (Oh god damn)(Ooh)
+I'm gonna fackin cum (Oh shit)(oh yeah)
+Fack fack faack, (Fuck I am) (Ooh)
+I am, I'm going to cum
+I'm cumming (oh yeah) OK I'm done, I already came twice,
+You ain't gonna make me cam,
+I'm all outta gas, not so fast! uh your finger just went in my ass!
+Ow that hurts! take it out now
+Oh wait a minute oww put it back in, in in in
+This don't mean I'm gay, I don't like men
+I like boobs, boobs, boobs, now see that gerbil, grab that tube,
+Shove it up my butt,
+Let that little rascal nibble on my asshole, uhh,
+Yeah, right there, right there,
+Ah I'm coming ah yeah,
+Fack, I just came again, okay pull it out now,
+Oh fuck yeah, wait he's not out he's still crawling around up there,
+Ow fuck I think it's stuck
+Oh but it feels so fackin' good! Ah ah ah ahhh (Oh god damn)(Ooh)
+I'm gonna fackin cum (Oh shit)(oh yeah)
+Fack fack faack, (Fuck I am) (Ooh)
+I am, I'm going to cum
+I'm cumming (oh yeah) Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
+Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
+Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
+Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
+Ew ew ew ew Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
+To seize everything you ever wanted
+One moment
+Would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo
+His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
+There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
+He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
+To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
+What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
+He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
+He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
+The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
+Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
+Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
+He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
+He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
+It don't matter,
+He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
+He's so stacked that he knows
+When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
+Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
+He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
+You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better The souls escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
+This world is mine for the taking
+Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
+A normal life is boring, but super stardom's close to post-mortem
+It only grows harder, only grows hotter
+He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
+Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
+Lonely roads, God only knows
+He's grown farther from home, he's no father
+He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
+But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
+His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
+They moved on to the next schmo who flows
+He nose dove and sold nada
+So the soap opera is told and unfolds
+I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on
+Da da dumb da dumb da da You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
+You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
+Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
+I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
+I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
+But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher
+Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
+All the pain inside amplified by the fact
+That I can't get by with my nine to five
+And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
+'Cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
+And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
+And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
+Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
+See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
+Baby mama drama screamin' on and Too much for me to want to Stay in one spot,
+another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
+I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
+Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not
+Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
+I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
+So here I go is my shot.
+Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
+You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
+You own it, you better never let it go
+You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
+This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better You can do anything you set your mind to, man Whatever
+Dre just let it run
+Ey yo turn the beat up a little bit
+Ey yo this song is for anyone
+Fuck it just shut up and listen Ey yo
+I sit back, with this pack, of zigzags
+And this bag, of this weed
+It gives me, the shit needed to be, the most meanest MC on this
+On this earth 'cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
+And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
+And it sells and it helps in its self to relieve
+All this tension dispensing me, sentence is getting it
+The stress has been eating me, recently
+Off of this chest and I rest to get peacefully
+But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
+When you freaks see me out in the streets
+When I'm eating or feeding my daughter to not come and speak to me
+I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing
+I'm not Mr.'N Sync and I'm not what your friends think
+I'm not Mr.Friendly, I can be a prick, if you tempt me my tank is on empty
+No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
+In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
+Go call you a lawyer
+File you a lawsuit, I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
+I'm tired of all you
+I don't mean to be mean but it's all I can be, it's just me And I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+Radio won't even play my jam
+'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+I don't know it's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
+With all of this nonsense it's constant, and "oh it's his lyrical content!"
+The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses
+And all of this controversy circles me and it seems
+Like the media immediately points a finger at me
+So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or the pinky
+Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck
+When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull
+'Cause they full of shit too
+When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school
+And they blame it on Marilyn
+And the heroin, where were the parents at?
+And look at where it's at
+Middle America, now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see
+An upper class city having this happening
+Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way
+But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel
+That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned And I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+Radio won't even play my jam
+'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+I don't know it's just the way I am I'm so sick and tired of being admired
+That I wish that I would just die or get fired
+And drop from my label and stop with the fables
+I'm not gonna be able to top on "My name is"
+And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations
+They cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations
+And I just do not got the patience
+To deal with these cocky Caucasians
+Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black
+'Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
+So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
+What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in, the why, the who, what
+When and where and the how, 'til I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
+You've been driving me crazy
+I can't take it, I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
+And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, but I can't take a shit
+In the bathroom without someone standing by it
+No I won't sign your autograph, you can call me an asshole, I'm glad 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+Radio won't even play my jam
+'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
+If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
+In the papers, the news, everyday I am
+I don't know it's just the way I am Shady, aftermath
+There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
+Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
+The way she's grindin' that pole, I think I'm losing control Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up
+Hit the strip club don't forget once get your dick rubbed
+Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted
+Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink
+Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
+Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine
+Knowin' still got a few chunks on your shoestring
+Knowin' I was dehydrated till the beat vibrated
+I was revibed as soon as this bitch is gyrated
+And hips and licked them lips and that was it
+I had to get Nate Dogg and his sing some shit Two to the one from the one to the three
+I like good pussy and I like good trees
+Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
+And I get more ass than a toilet seat
+Three to the one from the one to the three
+I met a bad bitch last night in the D
+Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
+Conversation and Hennessey
+I've been to the muthafuckin' mountain top
+Heard muthafuckers talk, seen and dropped
+If I ain't got a weapon I'm a pick up a rock
+And when I bust yo ass I'm a continue to rock
+Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
+It's real easy just follow the beat
+Don't let that fine girl pass you by
+Look real close cause strobe lights lie We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
+Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
+I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
+Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
+Some girls they act retarded
+Some girls are bout it bout it
+I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
+I say everyday she be givin' it up Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
+Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
+Take a little bit of this fluoride with it
+Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish
+Yeah me and Nate d-o double g
+Looking for a couple bitches with some double d's
+Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
+Slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna have a party We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
+Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
+I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck
+Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' slut
+Some girls they act retarded
+Some girls are bout it 'bout it
+I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
+Knows that she can say no but she won't say no
+Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
+Tonight I want a slut, will you be mine?
+I heard you was freaky from a friend of mine Now I hope you don't get mad at me
+But I told Nate you was a freak
+He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
+I told him that you like it from behind Now, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+We bout' to have a party (turn the music up)
+Let's get it started (go ahead shake that butt)
+I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
+Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
+Some girls they act retarded
+Some girls are bout it bout it
+I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
+I say everyday she be givin' it up There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor
+Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
+The way she's grindin' that pole
+I think I'm losing control God, come one,
+I ain't leavin' without you bitch
+You're coming home with me
+And my boy,
+And his boy,
+And his boy,
+And his girl Ha ha, Nate Dogg My mom loves Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
+Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom My mom, my mom,
+I know you're probably tired of hearing 'bout my mom
+Oho whoa-ho,
+But this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
+And how I became hooked on val-i-um.
+Valium was in everything, food that I ate
+The water that I drank
+Fucking peas in my plate
+She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak
+So everyday I have at least three stomach aches
+Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her
+Son grow up to be an under-a-fucking-chiever
+My teacher didn't think I was going to be nothing either
+What the fuck you stickin' gum up under the fuckin' seat for?
+Misses Mathers your son has been huffin' ether
+Either that or the mother fucker's been puffin' reefer
+But all this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what it was either
+It was neither,
+I was buzzin' but it wasn't what she thought
+Pee in a tea-cup? Bitch you ain't my keeper
+I'm sleepin'
+What the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for?
+Slut you need to leave me the fuck alone
+I ain't playin' go find you a white crayon
+And color a fuckin' zebra My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
+Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom Wait a minute, this ain't dinner, this is paint thinner
+You ate it yesterday I ain't hear no complaints did I?
+Now here's a plate full of painkillers
+Now just wait til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes
+Ya little mother fucker,
+I'll make ya sit there
+And make that retarded fuckin' face without even tastin' it
+You better lick the fuckin' plate, you ain't wastin' it
+Put ya face in it before I throw you in the basement again
+And I ain't givin' in you're gonna
+Just sit there in one fuckin' place spinnin' in
+Until next Thanksgiving'
+And if you still ain't finished it I'll use the same shit again
+Then when I make spinach dip it'll be placed in the shit
+You little shit you want to sit there and play innocent
+A rack fell and hit me at K-Mart and they witnessed it
+Child support, your father he ain't sent the shit
+And so what if he did? it's none of your dang business kid. My mom, there's no one else quite like my mom
+I know I should let bygones be bygones
+But she's the reason why I am high on what I'm high on
+My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
+Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom My mom loved Valium now all I am is a party-animal
+I am what I am but I'm strong to be finished with me Valium spinach
+But my buzz only lasts about two minutes
+But I don't want to swallow it without chewing it
+I can't even write a rhyme without doin' it
+My Valium, my Valium
+Man I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict
+Nah fuck that, I can't have it happen to me
+But that's actually what has ended up happenin'
+A tragedy from fucking passin it up got to me
+And it's probably were I got acquainted with the taste ain't it
+Pharmaceuticals are the bomb mom beautiful
+She killed the fucking dog with the medicine she done fed it
+Feed it a fucking Aspirin and say that it has a headache
+Here, want a snack?
+You hungry you fucking brat?
+Look at that, it's a Xanax.
+Take it and take a nap, eat it,
+But I don't need it.
+Then fuck it then break it up
+Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up
+Alright ma, you win I don't feel like arguin'
+I'll do it, pop it gobble it and start wobblin'
+Stumble hobble tumble slip drip
+Then I fall in bed with a bottle of meds
+And a Heath Ledger bobblehead My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I am like I am 'cause I'm like her
+Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
+That's why I'm on what I'm on 'cause I'm my mom [Rabbit]
+Now everybody from the 313
+Put your mother fucking hands up and follow me
+Everybody from the 313
+Put your mother fucking hands uplook, look Now while he stands tough
+Notice that this man did not have his hands up
+This free world's got you gassed up
+Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
+1, 2, 3 and to the 4
+1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4
+4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1
+You're Pac, he's Pac, Yo Pac; none
+This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
+I know everything he's bout to say against me,
+I am white, I am a fucking bum
+I do live in a trailer with my mom
+My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
+I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
+Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun,
+I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps
+And Wink did fuck my girl
+I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
+Don't never try to judge me dude
+You don't know what the fuck I've been through
+But I know something about you
+You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
+What's the matter dawg, you embarrassed?
+This guy's a gangster; his real name's Clarence
+And Clarence lives at home with both parents
+And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
+This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook
+'Cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks'
+He's scared to death, he's scared to look
+at his fucking yearbook, fuck Cranbrook Fuck a beat, I go a cappella
+Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
+Fuck y'all if you doubt me
+I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly
+And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,
+Here, tell these people something they don't know about me. These ideas are nightmares to white parents
+Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
+Like whatever they say has no bearing
+It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
+To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
+Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
+He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
+When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
+Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
+If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
+His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
+Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
+He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
+His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
+And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
+There's no control, he just let's his emotions go (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
+(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
+Sing it with me, just for today,
+Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
+In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
+Holy or unholy, only have one homie
+Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
+But everybody just feels like they can relate
+I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
+Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
+It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
+Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
+Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
+From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
+To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
+But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
+Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
+To get their hands on every dime you have
+They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
+So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
+Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns
+That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
+Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
+But all their kids been listenin' to me religiously
+So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
+They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
+If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense b
+It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
+How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
+I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
+You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
+(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
+Sing it with me, just for today,
+Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away They say music can alter moods and talk to you
+Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
+Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
+Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
+See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
+And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
+Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
+We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting ourselves
+You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
+We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
+It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
+To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
+That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
+Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
+Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
+Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
+Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
+'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
+'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
+We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
+That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
+Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
+And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
+Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
+And we can (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
+(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
+Sing it with me, just for today,
+Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
+(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
+Sing it with me, just for today,
+Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away {lotto}
+I'll spit a racial slur honky sew me
+this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie.
+fucking with lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin'
+that makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin'.
+you think these bitches gonna feel the shit you say
+i got a better chance joining the kkk
+on some real shit though i like you
+thats why i didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
+fuck lotto call me your leader
+i feel bad that i gotta murder that dude from leave it to beaver
+i used to like that show now you got me in fight back mode
+but oh well if you gotta go then you gotta go
+i hate to do this i would love for this shit to
+last so i'll
+take pictures of my rear end so you wont forget my ass
+and all's well that ends okay
+so i'll end this shit with a fuck you and have a nice day {B Rabbit}
+Ward, I Think you were a little hard on the beaver
+so was Eddie Hasko, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
+This Guy keeps screaming he's paranoid
+quick someone get his ass another steroid
+blah badi boo blah bah badi bloo blah
+I ain't hear a word you said
+Hipidi hoo bla
+Is that a tank top or a new bra
+look snoop dogg just got a fuckin' boob job
+didn't you listen to the last round meat head
+pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said
+matter fact dogg heres a pencil
+go home write some shit make it suspensful
+and don't come back until something dope hits you
+fuck it you can take the mic home with you
+looking like a cyclone hit you
+tank top screaming lotto i dont fit you
+you see how far these white jokes get you
+Boy's like how vanilla ice gonna diss you
+my motto fuck lotto
+i'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow(ohhhhhhhhh) Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
+Fed up with life and the way things are going,
+He decides to rob a liquor store
+(I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes)
+But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
+And suddenly, his conscience comes into play
+(Shit is mine, I gotta do this, gotta do this) Alright, stop! (Huh?)
+Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
+And try to get money out the drawer
+You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
+I'm your motherfuckin' conscience That's nonsense!
+Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs
+And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
+Tell her you need a place to stay
+You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blade Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
+The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
+Think about it before you walk in the door first
+Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch!
+Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
+Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
+Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
+Not over this shit (Stop!)
+Drop the biscuit (I will!)
+Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
+(You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude) (It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute)
+(Mm, I don't know!)
+(Look baby)
+(Damn!)
+(Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?)
+(Well OK) Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. (Give me a kiss!)
+After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
+Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
+Once again, his conscience comes into play (Shit!)
+Now listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek
+And smearin' her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
+Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe
+(Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old
+You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair)
+Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Uh huh!)
+Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare
+'Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
+(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie "Kid")
+No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
+(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
+Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dog and bail
+Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
+After coming home from a hard day's work,
+He walks in the door of his trailer park home
+To find his wife in bed with another man.
+(What the fuck!)
+(Grady!) Alright calm down, relax, start breathin'
+Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
+While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off?
+Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitches head off!
+Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit?
+(What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?)
+Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady
+But think about the baby before you get all crazy
+Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her?
+Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
+That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
+You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
+What you say? (What's wrong?
+Didn't think I'd remember?)
+I'm a kill you motherfucker!
+Uh-ah! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
+Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way?
+How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
+'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
+Been there, done that, aw fuck it
+What am I sayin'?
+Shoot 'em both Grady, where's your gun at? OK
+Guess who's back
+Back again
+Shady's back
+Tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor
+To the dance floor, to the dance floor
+Now everyone report to the dance floor
+Alright stop
+Pajama time
+Come here little kiddies, on my lap
+Guess who's back with a brand new rap
+And I don't mean rap
+As in a new case of child molestation accusation
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+No worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
+What else could I possibly do to make noise
+I done touched on everything, but little boys
+And that's not a stab at Micheal
+That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
+I go a little bit crazy sometimes
+I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
+Good god, dip, do a little slide
+Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
+Up the center of the dance floor
+Like T-P for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go
+Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it
+Give a little "poot poot", it's OK (Fart Sound)
+Oops my C-D just skipped
+And everyone just heard you let one rip Now I'm gonna make you dance
+It's your chance
+Yeah boy shake that ass,
+Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
+Now you know you're my world
+Alright now lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Just lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Go crazy
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Oh baby
+Aah aah
+Oh baby baby aah aah It's Friday and it's my day
+Chance to party all the way to Sunday
+Maybe till Monday, I dunno what day
+Everyday's just a holiday
+Crusin' on the freeway
+Feelin' kinda breezy
+Get the top down, let my hair blow
+I dunno where I'm goin'
+All I know is when I get there
+Someones gonna touch my body
+Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
+But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
+Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
+Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out, yeah
+Now what's your name girl
+What's your sign
+Man, you must be up out your mind
+Dre aah aah
+Beer goggles, blind
+I'm just trying to unwind
+Now I'm Now I'm gonna make you dance
+It's your chance
+Yeah boy shake that ass,
+Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
+Now you know you're my world
+Alright now lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Just lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Go crazy
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Oh baby
+Aah aah
+Oh baby baby aah aah It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
+I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
+They say I was running butt naked
+Down the street screaming
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Your honor I'm sorry, I don't remember
+All I know is this much
+I'm not guilty
+They said save it boy
+We got you on tape
+Telling an old lady to "touch my body"
+Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
+It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
+Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
+The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
+Now step back to reality
+Look it's B.Rabbit
+You signed me up to battle?
+I'm a grown man
+Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
+I don't have any lines to go right here so
+Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah?
+Grab you left (nut), make right one jealous what?
+Black girls
+White girls
+Skinny girls
+Fat girls
+Tall girls
+Small girls
+I'm calling all girls
+Everyone report to the dance floor
+It's your chance for a little romance or
+Butt squeezing it's the season
+Just go aah aah aah aah
+It's so appeasin' Now I'm gonna make you dance
+It's your chance
+Yeah boy shake that ass,
+Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
+Now you know you're my world
+Alright now lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Just lose it
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Go crazy
+Aah aah aah aah aah
+Oh baby
+Aah aah
+Oh baby baby aah aah Um num num touch my body
+Um num num touch my body
+Ooh boy just touch my body
+I mean girl just touch my body Where's my snare?
+I have no snare in my headphones
+there you go
+Yeah
+yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
+I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
+Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
+Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
+All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
+Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
+Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
+Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
+Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
+See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
+Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
+I'mma make you look so ridiculous now I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)
+I said I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
+And I don't know if no one knows it
+So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
+I'mma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
+Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
+I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
+My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
+'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
+No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he would die
+I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
+Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
+To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
+I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only human
+but I'm man enough to face them today
+What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
+But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
+'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
+It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show" I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)
+I said I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
+Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
+But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
+Witnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
+Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
+Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome
+My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
+'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
+Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
+So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
+But guess what? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
+And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
+And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
+But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
+See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
+Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
+But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
+You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit
+Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
+Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be! I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)
+I said I'm sorry momma!
+I never meant to hurt you!
+I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
+I'm cleaning out my closet Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Is like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
+Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Are like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) (Dreamin', of fallin, dreamin', of fallin') Let's pretend like its '98
+Like I'm eating lunch off of Styrofoam trays
+Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A
+Hoping for a record deal, to re-know my pain
+Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage
+And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (ok)
+And everybody know my name (B.o.B)
+And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
+Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
+On the first week I did five hundred thousand
+Gold in the spring and diamond in the fall
+And then a world tour just to top it all off
+And let's pretend like they call me the greatest
+Selling out arenas with big ass stages
+And everybody loved me and no one ever hated
+Let's try to use imagination Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Is like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
+Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Are like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) Okay, let's pretend like this never happened
+Like I never had dreams of being a rapper
+Like I didn't write raps in all of my classes
+Like I never used to runaway into the blackness
+Now let's pretend like it was all-good
+Like I didn't live starring in a notebook
+Like I did the things I probably knew I should
+But I didn't have neighbors that's why they call it hood
+Now let's pretend like I ain't got a name
+Before they ever called me B.o.B or a.k.a Bobby Ray
+I'm talking back before the mixtapes
+Before the videos and the deals and the fame
+Before they ever once compared me to Andre
+Before I ever got Myspace
+Before they ever noticed my face
+So let's just pretend and make wishes out of airplanes Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Is like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
+Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Are like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) (And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
+But those days are gone, they're just memories
+And it seems yesterday it was just a dream
+But those days are gone) Let's pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
+Let's pretend things would've been no different
+Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation
+Pretend he just made excuses that
+Was so paper thin they could blow away wit the wind
+Marshall you never gone make it,
+Makes no sense to play the game it ain't no way that'll you win
+Pretend he just stand out side all day and play with his friends
+Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
+And it wasn't time to move in school no changing again
+He wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid
+He had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as shit
+And he never dreamed he can ripped stadiums he just lazy as shit
+Fuck a talent show in the gymnasium bitch
+You won't amount to shit quit day dreaming kid
+You need to get ya cranium check you thinking like an alien
+It just ain't realistic
+Now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this shit
+And there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed with
+And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn't make it to the rap Olympics
+He slept through his plane and he missed it
+He's gonna have a hard time explaining to Haley and Laney these food stamps and W-I-C shit
+'Cause he never risked shit, he hoped and he wished it
+But it didn't fall in his lap so he ain't even hear it he pretends that Airplanes
+In the night sky
+Is like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
+Can we pretend that airplanes
+In the night sky
+Are like shooting stars
+I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) Guess who? You miss me?
+Jessica Simpson sing the chorus, Jessica Simpson When you walked through the door
+It was clear to me (clear to me)
+You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
+You're a, rock star (baby)
+Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
+Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
+We're the ones who (chicka) made you Back by popular demand
+Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if you can
+You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
+How does it feel, is it fantastic, is it grand?
+Well look at all the massive masses in the stands
+Shady man no don't massacre the fans
+Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man
+She stomped him just cause he asked to put his hands
+On her massive Gluteus maximus again
+Squeeze it, then Squish it, then pass it to her friend
+Can he come back as nasty as he can
+Yes he can, can, don't ask me this again
+He does not mean to lesbian offend
+But Lindsay please come back to seeing men
+Samantha's a two, you're practically a ten
+I know you want me girl, in fact I see your grin (Now come in girl) When you walked through the door
+It was clear to me (clear to me)
+You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
+You're a, rock star (baby)
+Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
+Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
+We're the ones who (chicka) made you The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
+Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie Horse her
+Sorry Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres
+Have that I don't, are you telling me tenderness?
+Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
+Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Excedrin
+And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
+Nail her, 'Baby say hello to my little friend'
+Brit forget K-Fed let's cut off the middle man
+Forget him or your gonna end up in the hospital again
+And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge
+Forget them other men, girl pay them little attention
+A little did I mention, that Jennifer's in
+Love with me John Mayer so sit on the bench
+Man I swear them other guys you give 'em an inch
+They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim When you walked through the door
+It was clear to me (clear to me)
+You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
+You're a, rock star (baby)
+Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
+Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
+We're the ones who made you And that's why, my love, you'll never live without,
+I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out
+And baby, you know, you know you want me too
+Don't try to deny it baby, I'm the only one for you
+Damn girl I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
+Why should I wash my filthy mouth out
+You think that's bad you should hear the rest of my album
+Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
+Man Cash, I don't mean to mess up your gal but
+Jessica Alba put a breast in my mouth
+Wowzers, I just made a mess of my trousers
+And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
+Lord help us he's back in his pink Alf shirt
+Looking like someone shrinked his outfit
+I think he's about to flip
+Jessica rest assure, Superman's here to rescue ya
+Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake
+Matter fact bake me a birthday cake
+With a saw blade in it to make my jail break
+Baby, I think you just met your soul mate (Now break it down girl) When you walked through the door
+It was clear to me (clear to me)
+You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
+You're a, rock star (baby)
+Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
+Player, who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
+We're the ones who made you So baby, baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down down
+Baby, get down, down down
+Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down down
+Baby, get down, down down
+Baby, get down, down down
+Baby, get down, get down Oh Amy, Rehab never looked so good,
+I can't wait, I'm going back! Ha ha woo! Dr. Dre, 2020, yeah Ladies and gentlemen
+The moment you've all been waiting fo
+In this corner, weighing a hundred and seventy five pounds
+With a record of seventeen rapes, four hundred assaults, and four murders
+The undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world
+Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
+Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
+O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
+Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
+Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
+I noticed there's so many of them
+And there's really not that many of us
+Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
+It's on till the break of dawn
+And we're starting this party from dusk OK, let's go Back with Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
+Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust
+Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
+Kiss my butt. Lick the wonder cheese from under my nuts
+It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
+It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
+Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut
+Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut
+Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought
+'Cause when I spit the verse the shit
+Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce
+If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
+Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
+It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room
+I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
+Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal
+Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
+Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
+O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
+Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
+Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
+I noticed there's so many of them
+And there's really not that many of us
+Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
+It's on till the break of dawn
+And we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
+You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why
+I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre
+I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me
+But hey, what else can I say? I love LA
+Cause over and above all, it's just another day
+And this one begins where the last one ends
+Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
+I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
+Driving around with a smashed front end
+Let's cash that one in
+Grab another one from out the stable
+The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
+The hell if I know
+Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
+Decisions, decisions
+Garage looks like Precision Collision
+Or Maaco beats quake like Waco
+Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
+Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
+O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
+Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
+Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
+I noticed there's so many of them
+And there's really not that many of us
+Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
+It's on till the break of dawn
+And we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent! It's bottle after bottle
+The money ain't a thing when you party with me
+It's what we into it's simple
+We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
+I'm the napalm the bomb the don I'm King Kong
+Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
+I'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm
+Bring the Shaun Dawn burn marijuana do what you want
+Nigga on and on till the break of what
+Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck
+I spend it like it don't mean nothing
+Blow it like its supposed to be blown
+Motherfucker I'm grown
+I stunt I style I flash the shit
+I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick
+Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes
+I say move a bitch move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
+Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
+O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
+Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
+Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
+I noticed there's so many of them
+And there's really not that many of us
+Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
+It's on till the break of dawn
+And we're starting this party from dusk Now everybody from the 313
+Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me
+Everybody from the 313
+Put your mothefucking hands up
+Look Look Now while he stands tough
+Notice that this man did not have his hands up
+This free worlds got you gassed up
+Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
+1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
+4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
+You're pac, he's pac, no pac
+, none This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
+I know everything he's got to say against me,
+I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,
+My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
+I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bomb who shoots
+himself in his leg with his own gun,
+I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
+And Wink did fuck my girl,
+I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
+Don't ever try to judge me dude
+You don't know what the fuck i've been through But i know something about you
+You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
+What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
+This guy's a gangster, his real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents
+And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
+This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
+'Cause there no such thing as half-way crooks
+He's scared to death
+He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook Fuck a beat, i go acapella
+Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
+Fuck y'all if you doubt me
+I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
+And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
+Here, tell this people something they dont know about me. Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life
+Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life
+Yeah
+Too late
+I cant keep chasing 'em
+I'm taking my life back
+Caught in a change
+Twenty five to life I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made
+Maybe if this bitch had acted right I would've stayed
+But I've already wasted over half of my life I would've laid
+Down and died for you I no longer cried for you
+No more pain bitch you
+Took me for granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet
+Into the dirt I can no longer stand it
+Now my respect I demand it
+I'm a take control of this relationship
+Command it, and I'm a be the boss of you now goddammit
+And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me
+So you better hear me out this much you owe me
+I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you while I've stayed
+Faithful all the way this is how I fucking get repaid
+Look at how I dress fucking baggy sweats, go to work a mess
+Always in a rush to get back to you I ain't heard you yet
+Not even once say you appreciate me I deserve respect
+I've done my best to give you nothing less than perfectness
+And I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothing left
+But you keep treating me like a staircase its time to fucking step
+And I wont be coming back so don't hold your fucking breath
+You know what you've done no need to go in depth
+I told you, you'd be sorry if I fucking left
+I'd laugh while you wept
+Hows it feel now, yeah, funny ain't it, you neglected me
+Did me a favor although my spirit free you've said
+But a special place for you in my heart I have kept
+Its unfortunate but its Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life
+Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life I feel like when I bend over backwards for you all you do is laugh
+Cause that ain't good enough you expect me to fold myself in half
+Til I snap
+Don't think I'm loyal
+All I do is rap
+I can not moonlight on the side
+I have no life outside of that
+Don't I give you enough of my time
+You don't think so do you
+Jealous when I spend time with the girls
+Why I'm married to you still man I don't know
+But tonight I'm serving you with papers
+I'm divorcing you
+Go marry someone else and make 'em famous
+And take away there freedom like you did to me
+Treat 'em like you don't need them and they ain't worthy of you
+Feed 'em the same shit you made me eat
+I'm moving on forget you oh,
+Now I'm special? Oh, I didn't feel special when I was with you
+All I ever felt was this
+Helplessness
+Imprisoned by a selfish bitch
+Chew me up and spit me out
+I fell for this so many times
+Its ridiculous
+And still I stick with this
+I'm sick of this but in my sickness and addiction
+Your as addictive as they get
+Evil as they come vindictive as they make 'em
+My friends keep asking why I cant just walk away
+I'm addicted
+To the pain, the stress, the drama
+I'm drown in so I guess I'm a mess
+Cursed and blessed
+But this time I'm a
+Ain't changing my mind
+I'm climbing out this abyss
+You screaming as I walk out that I'll be missed
+But when you spoke to people who meant the most to you
+You left me off your list Fuck you hip-hop
+I'm leaving you, my life sentence is served bitch
+And its just Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life
+Too late for the other side
+Caught in a chase
+Twenty five to life Too late
+Caught in a change
+Twenty five to life Feels like a close, it's coming to
+Fuck am I gonna do?
+It's too late to start over
+This is the only thing I, thing I know Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is
+Find different ways to word the same, old song
+Ever since I came along
+From the day the song called ''Hi! My Name Is'' dropped
+Started thinking my name was fault
+'Cause anytime things went wrong
+I was the one who they would blame it on
+The media made me the equivalent of a modern-day Genghis Khan
+Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dawg
+Gangsta? Naw, courageous balls
+Had to change my style, they said I'm way too soft
+And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws
+And the fangs been out since then
+But up until the instant that I've been against it
+It was ingrained in me that I wouldn't amount to a shitstain I thought
+No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught
+Do I really belong in this game? I pondered
+I just wanna play my part, should I make waves or not?
+So back and forth in my brain the tug of war wages on
+And I don't wanna seem ungrateful or disrespect the artform I was raised upon
+But sometimes you gotta take a loss
+And have people rub it in your face before you get made pissed off
+And keep pluggin', it's your only outlet
+And your only outfit so you know they gonna talk about it
+Better find a way to counter it quick and make it, ah
+Feel like I've already said this a kabillion eighty times
+How many times can I say the same thing different ways that rhyme?
+What I really wanna say is, is there anyone else that can relate to my story?
+Bet you feel the same way I felt when I was in the same place you are I was afraid to
+Make a single sound
+Afraid I will never find a way out, out, out
+Afraid I never before
+I didn't wanna go another round
+An angry man's power will shut you up
+Trip wires fill this house with tip-toe love
+Run out of excuses with every word
+So here I am and I will not run
+Guts over fear, (The time is here)
+Guts over fear, (I shall not tear)
+For all the times I let you push me around
+And let you keep me down
+(Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear Feels like a close, it's coming to
+Fuck am I gonna do?
+It's too late to start over
+This is the only thing I, thing I know I know what it was like, I was there once, single parents
+Hate your appearance, did you struggle to find your place in this world?
+And the pain spawns all the anger on
+But it wasn't until I put the pain in songs learned who to aim it on
+That I made a spark, started to spit hard as shit
+Learned how to harness it while the reins were off
+And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part
+Was soon as I stopped saying "I gave a fuck"
+Haters started to appreciate my art
+And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I've caused
+But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone?
+And the lights go out in the trailer park?
+And the window that was closing and there's nowhere else I can go with flows in
+And I'm frozen cause there's no more emotion for me to pull from
+Just a bunch of playful songs that I made for fun
+So to the break of dawn here I go recycling the same, old song
+But I'd rather make "Not Afraid 2" than making another mothafuckin' "We Made You" uh
+Now I don't wanna seem indulgent when I discuss my lows and my highs
+My demise and my uprise, pray to God
+I just opened enough eyes later on
+Gave you the supplies and the tools to hopefully use it to make you strong
+And enough to lift yourself up when you feel like I felt
+'Cause I can't explain to y'all how dang exhausted my legs felt
+Just having to balance my damn self
+But on eggshells I was made to walk
+But thank you, ma, 'cause that gave me the
+Strength to cause Shady-mania, so many empty that stadium
+At least I made it out of that house and a found a place in this world when the day was done
+So this is for every kid who all's they ever did was dreamt that one day just getting accepted
+I represent him or her, anyone similar, you are the reason that I made this song
+Everything you're scared to say don't be afraid to say no more
+From this day on forward, just let them a-holes talk
+Take it with a grain of salt and eat their fucking faces off
+The legend of the angry blonde lives on through you when I'm gone
+And to think I was gone I was afraid to
+Make a single sound
+Afraid I will never find a way out, out, out
+Afraid I never before
+I didn't wanna go another round
+An angry man's power will shut you up
+Trip wires fill this house with tip-toe love
+Run out of excuses with every word
+So here I am and I will not run
+Guts over fear, (The time is here)
+Guts over fear, (I shall not tear)
+For all the times I let you push me around
+And let you keep me down
+(Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear A shimmy shimmy go go motherfuckin' pop
+It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
+I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
+Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money, pussy falls like rain
+Been gettin' laid and paid, that's why I never complain
+If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P
+It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
+Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size
+I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
+You do what we say and we'll do what we wanna do We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your program
+Fuckin' all your bitches, we can fuckin' give a goddamn
+Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
+We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistence pays if that holds true
+Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through
+I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin'
+So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
+You act like a motherfucker's brand new at this shit
+But I've been true to this shit givin' my heart and soul
+Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So fuck off
+Shit With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit
+Bowl filled with hash, pockets stuffed with cash
+I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
+'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block
+And the 10 Karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
+The K, the I the D R O C K, motherfucker
+And you still don't know me So blow me bitch, I don't rock for cancer
+I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
+Don't have no answers so pass the joint
+I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Senna in the Indy 5
+And get live with that which gets me high
+Strive for perfection, this much is true
+We do what we say, you say what we do Kid Rock, I couldn't be no Bozo
+And I get to much P to ever be no homo
+Rock from Soho to Arizona
+I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
+Put faith in lust, it ain't God I trust
+I'm not Peter Pan, I don't fuck with fairies
+But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
+Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
+And I show no shame from coast to coast
+I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck off Yeah, right in your motherfuckin' ass bitch
+With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched we're on the same script
+Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock
+Yo Slim Shady, come break these motherfuckers off Yo tell the world to hold their breath, they're breathing the wrong air
+This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
+Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
+Hang around drugs, loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker, another bunch of mother fuckers
+Who hate the world as much as each other
+And I ain't leaving this party tonight
+Till I see some naked bitches dancin' around, drunk, touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
+'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
+'Cause all I do is curse and fuck
+So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up
+So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
+'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars
+This is for children who break rules, people that straight fool
+And ever single teenager that hates school Fuck off My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
+I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
+I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
+There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
+Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
+But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
+My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
+If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
+I'm a name her Bonnie
+I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
+I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
+I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
+I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
+I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
+I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
+Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
+Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
+This is Stan My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
+I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
+If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
+You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
+That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
+We waited in the blistering cold for you,
+For four hours and you just said, "No."
+That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
+He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
+I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
+Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
+See I'm just like you in a way
+I never knew my father neither
+He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
+I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
+So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
+'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
+I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
+Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
+It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
+See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
+My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
+But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
+She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
+I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
+Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
+This will be the last package I ever send your ass
+It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
+I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
+So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
+I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
+Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
+You dare me to drive?
+You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
+About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
+But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
+That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
+Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
+And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
+I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
+I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
+You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
+And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
+I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
+See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
+Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
+But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
+'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
+Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
+Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
+Got out of bed at all
+The morning rain clouds up my window
+And I can't see at all
+And even if I could it'll all be gray
+Put your picture on my wall
+It reminds me, that it's not so bad
+It's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
+You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
+Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
+And here's an autograph for your brother
+I wrote it on the Starter cap
+I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
+Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
+But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
+I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
+You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
+To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
+And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
+That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
+I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
+Or maybe you just need to treat her better
+I hope you get to read this letter, I 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 so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
+I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
+I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
+Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
+And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
+And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
+Come to think about, his name was, it was you
+Damn! Mom
+I know I let you down
+And though you say the days are happy
+Why is the power off, and I'm fucked up?
+And mom, I know he's not around
+But don't you place the blame on me
+As you pour yourself another drink and I guess we are who we are
+Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on
+Maybe we took this too far I went in headfirst
+Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
+My mom probably got it the worst
+The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are
+Did I take it too far?
+Cleaning out my closet and all them other songs
+But regardless I don't hate you 'cause ma!
+You're still beautiful to me, cause you're my mom
+Though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam
+Desert Storm and both of us put together
+Can form an atomic bomb equivalent to chemical warfare
+And forever we can drag this on and on
+But, agree to disagree
+That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to me
+You're kicking me out? It's fifteen degrees and it's Christmas Eve (little prick just leave)
+Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other's goats
+Why we always at each others throats? Especially when dad, he fucked us both
+We're in the same fucking boat, you'd think that it'd make us close (nope)
+Further away that drove us, but together headlights shine, a car full of belongings
+Still got a ways to go, back to grandma's house it's straight up the road
+And I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the weight of the load
+Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old, and
+That's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
+And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but I guess we are who we are
+Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
+Maybe we took this too far 'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
+'Cause you ain't even get to witness your grand baby's growth
+But I'm sorry mama for 'Cleaning Out My Closet', at the time I was angry
+Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though, 'cause
+Now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not making jokes
+That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
+And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
+And all the medicine you fed us
+And how I just wanted you to taste your own, but
+Now the medications taken over and your mental states deteriorating slow
+And I'm way too old to cry, that shit's painful though
+But ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan yo
+All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both
+Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
+But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh what a tangled web we have, 'cause
+One thing I never asked was where the fuck my deadbeat dad was
+Fuck it I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address
+But I'd have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus
+Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas
+Someone ever moved them from me? That you could bet your ass's
+If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them
+And although one has met their grandma
+Once you pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers
+Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
+And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me
+As we pulled off to go our separate paths, and
+I saw your headlights as I looked back
+And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad
+So Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet
+I guess I had to get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to lay it before I'm dead
+The stewardess said to fasten my seat belt, I guess we're crashing
+So if I'm not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I'll always love you from afar
+'Cause you're my mama I guess we are who we are
+Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
+Maybe we took this too far I want a new life
+One without a cause
+So I'm coming home tonight
+Well no matter what the cost
+And if the plane goes down
+Or if the crew can't wake me up
+Just know that I was alright
+And I was not afraid to die Oh even if there's songs to sing
+My children will carry me
+Just know that I'm alright
+I was not afraid to die
+Because I put my faith in my new girl
+So I never say goodbye cruel world
+Just know that I'm alright
+I am not afraid to die I guess we are who we are
+Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
+Maybe we took this too far, I want a new life Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (what?)
+Excuse me, (my name is) (who? My name is)
+Slim Shady
+Can I get the attention of the class (huh my name is, what my name is)
+For one second My name is (My name is Slim Shady) Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!)
+Wanna see me stick Nine inch Nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)
+Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)
+Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)
+My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
+But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh)
+And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a base-head!" Uh-uh!
+"So why's your face red? Man you wasted!"
+Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
+'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
+Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
+And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
+I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass, faster than a fat bitch
+Who sat down too fast
+C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
+I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off! Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in Junior High
+Thanks a lot next semester I'll be thirty five
+I smacked him in his face with an eraser,
+Chased him with a stapler
+Stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Ow!)
+Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
+Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
+Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a space ship
+While they screamin' at me "Let's just be friends!"
+Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
+I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!)
+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 rush your stands
+Try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh!)
+This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
+So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole!" Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
+Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate!
+I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!)
+I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
+(Huh yup!) Am I comin' or goin'?
+I can barely decide
+I just drank a fifth of vodka,
+Dare me to drive? (Go ahead) all my life I was very deprived
+I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
+(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
+I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)
+When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
+How you gonna breast feed me Mom? You ain't got not tits!
+I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
+Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang!)
+I'm steamin' mad (Argh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)
+Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had Hi! My name is (what?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (what?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Hi! My name is (who?)
+My name is (huh?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady
+Hi! My name is (huh?)
+My name is (who?)
+My name is
+Slim Shady Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
+I'll be right there for you
+Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
+I'll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
+Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
+What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
+Because I don't belong in this world
+That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defying often
+Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
+So I'm non complying at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
+And no I don't need no goddamn psychologist
+Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
+Thinking he can try and solve them
+I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
+And in the front drive talking to myself
+Either that or inside hiding often to going somewhere quiet
+Trying not to be noticed because I'm crying and sobbing
+I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking
+Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker
+And he said that I eyeballed him And if you fall, I'll get you there
+I'll be your savior from
+All the wars that are fought
+Inside your world
+Please have faith in my words 'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, here
+This is my legacy, legacy, here
+There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
+This is my legacy, legacy
+Legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
+Why am I so differently wired in my nogging?
+'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling
+'Cause I obsess on everything and my mind is small shit
+Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara and then split
+But I don't give a shit I'm fine as long as
+There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
+Shit look at the bright side at least I ain't walking
+I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
+Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I
+Found in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
+Headphones on, straight ahead and kids tryin to start shit
+But if this is all there is for me life offers
+Why bother even try and put up a fight, it's nonsense
+But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
+What about those rhymes I've been jottin'
+They are kinda giving me confidence
+Instead of tryina escape through my comics,
+Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx
+To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
+Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
+Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on bitch
+Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
+I could be iconic, and my conquest is
+Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, here
+This is my legacy, legacy, here
+There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
+This is my legacy, legacy
+Legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
+Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
+'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
+Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
+And use my enemy's words as strength
+To try and draw from, and get inspired off em
+'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
+By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
+Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
+Thought I was full of horseshit and now
+You fucking worship the ground in which I am walking
+Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins
+Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense
+So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins
+It's the body bag game bitch I'm supplying coffins
+'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers
+You gon die a ball licker I've been diabolical
+With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus
+You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
+Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my ass
+And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
+The most high exalting and I ain't halting
+Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
+The best part about me is I am not you
+I am me, I'm a fire marshall and this is my Legacy, legacy, here
+This is my legacy, legacy, here
+There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
+This is my legacy, legacy
+Legacy, legacy First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
+My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
+Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness
+I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form
+Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform
+Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
+And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggers intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
+Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'
+Bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
+Me and Shady deaded the past
+So that basically resurrected my cash flow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
+Though I ain't wrapped tight
+My blood type's the '80s
+My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys
+You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes
+Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die
+Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
+So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once
+So I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
+Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll
+(Damn) Let me tell you
+What this pretty little dame's name is
+'Cause she's kinda famous
+And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj but I wanna stick
+(My penis in your anus)
+You morons think that I'm a genius
+Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
+Try them trailer parks
+Crazy, I am back and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
+Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
+'Cause I'm on a rip this mystical slick shit
+You don't wanna become another victim
+Or statistic of this shit 'Cause after I spit the bullets
+I'ma treat these shell casin's like a soccer ball
+I'ma kick the ballistics
+So get this dick, I'ma live this I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
+Only got a gallon in the gas tank
+But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed
+Just enjoyin' the ride
+Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+(Pedal to the metal)
+I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+(Pedal to the metal) Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
+At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
+(C'mon)
+My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
+(Woo) I made a pact with the Devil that says, "I'll let you take me
+You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpses Jack Kevorkian"
+(C'mon)
+Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
+I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down My tenement, too many now
+To send my serenity powers
+Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity Now was called Eminem but he threw away the candy
+And ate the rapper, chewed him up and spitted him out
+Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down
+He's lookin' around this club
+And it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
+Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall
+He shuts a whole motherfuckin' Walmart
+D-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight
+With 5'9 [unverified] to hold this bitch down
+Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater
+He's tryna d-dr-drown Shawty, when you dance
+You got me captivated
+Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em dicks
+Like her lips I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick
+Then you're gonna get decapitated
+Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head
+Then I'm have to take it And then after takin' that
+I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
+It's gon' say 'The whole rap game passed away'
+On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater
+Slash massive masturbator
+To Michael Jackson activator
+(Woo) Meanin' I'm on fire off the top
+Might wanna back up the data
+Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
+Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense
+These shell casin's is just like a bag of paper
+Drop in the lap of a tax evader
+(Homie, they spent) Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
+What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator
+Brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell ya boyfriend
+That you just struck pay dirt
+You rollin' wit' a player
+You won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
+Only got a gallon in the gas tank
+But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed
+Just enjoyin' the ride
+Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+(Pedal to the metal)
+I'm livin' life in the fast lane
+(Pedal to the metal) I take a couple uppers
+I down a couple downers
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain
+Once or twice but who's countin'
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills Cool, calm, just like my mom
+With a couple of Valium inside her palm
+It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
+Crawl up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get
+When I drive by six people
+And five I hit, ah, shit
+I started a moshpit, squashed a bitch And stomped the foster kids
+These shrooms make me hallucinate
+Then I sweat till I start losing weight
+Till I see dumb shit start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again
+So bounce, bounce, c'mon, bounce, I said, c'mon, bounce
+Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
+Not weed, I meant coke, dumbass, sit down We don't bullshit, better ask around
+D12 throws the bomb to gas your town
+Bizarre, your mom is passing out
+Get her ass on the couch before she passes out Fuck that, someone help Denaun
+He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
+Hey Von, you see me steppin' on these leprechauns?
+It gotta be acid, 'cos the X is gone Yeah, I took 'em all down with some parmesian
+And I think my arm is gone, it's probably numb
+Young, dumb and fulla cum
+And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue You scary ass it was false alarm
+You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on?
+So stop acting stupid, you so high
+That you might wake up with a guy On some new shit, I think I did too much
+This substance equals cuffs
+Red pills, blue pills and green
+Big pills, mescaline
+(That's ill) I take a couple uppers
+I down a couple downers
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain
+Once or twice but who's countin'
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us
+Shady brothers, ladies love us
+That's why our baby mothers
+Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out
+And date each other
+Some, something, something, something
+Something, something, something, something, I dunno Pop pills, pills I pop
+Pop two pills, on stilts I walk
+Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
+Thought I was incredible and killed the hulk I wanna, roll away like a Rollerblade
+Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
+And when I'm old and gray
+Look for coke to smoke No, oki dok
+I pack up my nose with coke
+Am I supposed to choke?
+Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ah, poor baby
+Born by whore lady
+Now I gotta straight born infant
+(You're crazy) I pop four E's at one time
+And I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine
+You got any shrooms?
+Does Bizarre smoke crack? We can't get jobs
+'Cos our arms show tracks
+Why the hell you niggas think I rap?
+I do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack then I might too
+(Swift, chill)
+I just wanna get high like you
+And I don't give a damn if they're white or blue
+Speed, shrooms, down the Valium
+Even smoke weed outta vacuums
+I just got some and I'm going back soon I take a couple uppers
+I down a couple downers
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain
+Once or twice but who's countin'
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills I'm at a rave, looking like a slave
+High off chronic
+Gin and tonic demonic
+Body smelt like vomit Pussy poppin', acid droppin', dope headed guy
+Heroine mescaline, pencil legs wanna try?
+Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre actin' ill
+Drugs kill, bitch I'm for real
+(Yeah, right) Shut your mouth, you dirty slut
+You know you want it in your butt
+I'll put it in your cunt
+Let Bizarre nut I take a couple uppers
+I down a couple downers
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain
+Once or twice but who's countin'
+But nothing compares
+To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us
+Shady brothers, ladies love us
+That's why our baby mothers
+Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out
+And date each other
+Some, something, something, something
+Something, something, something, something, I dunno Fuck it I can feel the heat rising
+Everything is on fire
+Today is a painful reminder of why
+We can only get brighter
+The further you put it behind ya
+But right now I'm on the inside
+Lookin out, cause I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after
+Your world is torn in half, you wake and let's wait to start the morning process
+Rebuilding and you're still a work in progress
+Today is a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous ass
+The thunderstorm has passed ya
+Your weather didn't poke his eyes out with the thorn bush that you
+Used to smell the roses, stopped to inhale can't even tell your nose is stuffed
+So focused on the brightside, then you floor the gas pedal
+And hit the corner fast, the more asserted
+Never looking back, may hit the curb
+But everyday is a new learning curve, as you, steer through life
+Sometimes you might not wanna swerve
+But you have to to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage
+Cause they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered your ass
+And threw dirt on your casket, but you returned from the ashes
+And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline
+And while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light So familiarize with what having to swallow this pill is like
+It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life
+And it's as though you feel you've died because you've been killed inside
+But yet you're still alive which means you must survive
+Although today you may weep because you're weak and
+Everything seems so bleak and hopeless
+The light that you're seeking, it begins to seep in
+That's the only thing keepin' you from leapin' off the motherfreaking deep in
+And I'm pulling for you to push through this feeling
+And with a little time that should do the healin'
+And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you're willing
+To forgive them even after all that shit you been put through
+This feeling of resilience is building and the flames are burning
+Quick as fire would through this building, you're sealed in
+But you're fireproof and retardant you withstood it
+And as you climb up to the roof you're just chillin' and you look down
+Cause you're so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceilin' As time passes, things change everyday
+But wounds, wounds heal
+But scars still remaining the same
+But tomorrow today's goin' down in flames
+Throw the match at the passed up place So feel the fire beneath your feet
+As you barely even perspire from the heat
+Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief
+And as you say goodbye to the grief
+It's like watching the walls melt in your prison cell
+But you've extinguished this living hell
+Still a little piece of you dies, you scream I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light Feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn
+Rising, a phoenix from the flames
+With wings I will fly I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light I'm standing in the flames
+It's a beautiful kind of pain
+Setting fire to yesterday
+Find the light, find the light, find the light Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
+Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
+No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
+Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
+Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall
+Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
+Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
+You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke trees
+Who you think brought you the oldies
+Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
+The Snoop D-O-double-G's
+And the group that said motherfuck the police
+Gave you a tape full of dope beats
+To bump when you stroll through in your hood
+And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
+Who's the Doctor they told you to go see
+Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that said that I turned pop
+Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
+So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
+Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate
+Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
+Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
+Then just study a tape of N.W.A
+One day I was walking by
+With a Walkman on
+When I caught a guy
+Give me an awkward eye
+And I strangled him up in the parking lot
+With his Karl Kani
+I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
+I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
+When I'm drunk as fuck
+Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
+Hopping out with two broken legs
+Trying to walk it off
+Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
+I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
+And when the cops came through
+Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
+With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
+And still weren't found out
+From here on out it's the Chronic II
+Starting today and tomorrow's anew
+And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
+Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
+In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
+When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
+Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
+There's no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailie Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
+With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
+When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
+But now that I got this little company
+Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
+But you won't get a crumb from me
+Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
+I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
+Who you think helped mold 'em all
+Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none
+What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
+Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
+What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
+Tryin' to get this damn label off
+I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
+It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
+So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
+So where's all the Mad Rappers at
+It's like a jungle in this habitat
+But all you savage cats
+Know that I was strapped with gats
+While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
+But nothing comes out when they move their lips
+Just a bunch of gibberish
+And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
+We all fall down,
+Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
+We all fall down like toy soldiers
+Bit by bit, torn apart
+We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm suppose to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
+Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
+I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
+Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter
+I never drag 'em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to
+I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader
+My crew looks for me to guide 'em
+If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside 'em
+That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
+There's a certain line, you just don't cross it, and he crossed it
+I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
+It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit
+And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
+I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
+I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it
+This ain't what I'm in Hip Hop for, it's not why I got in it
+That was never my object for someone to get killed
+Why would I want to destroy something I helped build
+It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
+I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
+And that's just outta respect, for not running my mouth
+And talking about something that I knew nothing about
+Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did
+I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV
+Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my life, like fuck it
+I understand, this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business
+But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute cause Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
+We all fall down, like toy soldiers
+Bit by bit, torn apart
+We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers It used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
+And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying
+But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
+Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it
+It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping
+We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
+Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
+And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
+Until Ja' start yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him
+Fuck 'em 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
+Meanwhile my intentions pulled me in other directions
+Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk
+Has an erection for me and thinks
+That I'll be his resurrection
+Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
+But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came up
+Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
+Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it
+That motherfucker can get it too, fuck 'em then
+But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think
+That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc
+And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
+We still have soldiers that's on the front line that's willing to die for us
+As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
+Strictly to show they support us
+Maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus to show we love 'em back
+And to let 'em know how important it is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
+Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
+But I ain't trying to have none of my people hurt or murdered
+It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
+Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
+I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further
+But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coping
+I'm just willing to be the bigger man
+If y'all can quit popping off at the jaws with the knocking
+'Cause frankly I'm sick of talking
+I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
+We all fall down, like toy soldiers
+Bit by bit, torn apart
+We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers Lickilty Split freestyle: Check this out, Check this out, yo
+This guy's a choke artist
+You catch the bad one
+Your better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
+Climbin up this mountain your weak
+I leave you lost without a paddle floatin shits creek
+You ain't Detroit, I'm the D, u the new kid on the block
+bout to get smacked back to the boon docks
+Fuckin Nazi this squad ain't your type
+take sum real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice
+And what i tell ya you better use it
+This guys a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music
+Trailer trash i choke u to your last breath
+and have you lookin foolish like Chedder Bob when he shot himself
+Silly rabbit i know why they call you dat like you follow future
+Like he got carrots up his ass-crack
+And when you acted up thats when u got jacked up
+Acting stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
+I crack your shoulder-blades
+You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave
+I don't know why they let you out in the dark
+You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile to the trailer park
+(crowd cheers)--- WOOOO Eminem (rabbit) freestlyes: This guy raps like his parents jerked him
+He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version
+This whole crowd looks suspicious its all dudes in here
+Except for these bitches
+So i'm a german eh?
+Thats ok you look like a fucking worm with braids
+These leaders of the free world rookies
+lookie how can six dicks be pussies?
+talkin about shit's creek
+bitch you can be up piss creek with paddles this deep
+your still gonna sink
+Your a disgrace
+yeah they call me rabbit this is the turtle race
+He can't get with me spitting this shit wickitly lickity shot a spick-a-spickety splyt lickety
+So i'm gonna turn with a great smile
+And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile My heart is telling me to be different
+its about time for me to move on
+swallow everything, that i learned
+i'm at a point of no return
+no return no return no return no return
+no return no return no return
+I'm at a point of no return. Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in
+This roof is cavin' in
+Uh, it's time to raise it, then
+Your tasin' them with like pages in
+My book of rhymes got 'em cookin'
+Boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook
+And scared to look in my eyes
+I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I
+Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
+And butt fucked this game up
+Better be careful when you bring my name up
+Fuck this fame, that ain't what
+I came to claim but the game ain't
+Gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
+But I swear one way or another
+I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe that
+I swear to God, won't spare the rod
+I'm a man of my word so your fuckin' heads better nod
+Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
+Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
+Permanently, bitch, it's beddy bye
+This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die
+My head is swollen, my confidence is up
+This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable, incredible
+Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball
+I could run circles around you so fast
+Your fuckin' head'll spin, dog
+I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin' My heart is telling me to be different
+its about time for me to move on
+swallow everything, that i learned
+i'm at a point of no return
+no return no return no return no return
+no return no return no return
+i'm at a point of no return. One thing bout music when it hits you feel no pain
+and i swear i got this shit that makes these bitches go insane
+so they tell me that they love me i know better than that it's just game
+it's just what comes from fame
+and i'm ready for that i'm just saying
+i really can't complain, everything is kosher
+two thumbs up, ebert and roeper
+i really can't see the end getting any closer
+but i'll probably still be the man when everything is over
+so i'm riding through the city with my high beams on
+can you see me can you see me get your visine on
+y'all just do not fit the picture
+turn your wide screen on
+if you thinking i'm gonna quit before i die dream on
+man they treat me like a legend
+am i really this cold
+i'm really too young to be feeling this old
+it's about time you admit it who you kidding man
+nobody's ever done it like i did it my heart is telling me to be different
+its about time for me to move on
+swallow everything, that i learned
+i'm at a point of no return
+no return no return no return no return
+no return no return no return
+i'm at a point of no return. I'm hot motherfucker, get a plate bitch
+don't say shit, get your face lift
+rozay bitch let the champagne drip
+niggas swag jack, but this l.a. shit
+get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
+snap back them ain't even rare where the tag a what
+wack ass all up in my ear bitch bag back
+i bag bad bitches motherfucker kat stacks
+yellow nigga, no cabs
+got the phantom out, no mats
+get your camera out uh, one flash
+hot beams steady shot clap your ass
+aw, t. raw i'm so uh
+loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog
+patron top wash straight from the liquor store
+i'm turned up i can't feel my face so My heart is telling me to be different
+its about time for me to move on
+swallow everything, that i learned
+i'm at a point of no return
+no return no return no return
+no return no return no return no return
+i'm at a point of no return. Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing
+I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me (high)
+I said I smell something in the air that's making me high Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
+Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
+You motherfuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
+Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
+Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
+She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
+Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
+Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
+You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
+This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
+You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
+This is niether the time or the place to get macho
+So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
+Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
+It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
+Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke It must be the ganja
+It's the marijuana
+That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
+Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
+Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind It must be the ganja
+It's the marijuana
+That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
+Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
+Whatever's got into me I don't mind Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the chills
+Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
+You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
+Like I don't think anyone's real,
+Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
+Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
+Don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
+Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
+Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
+How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
+Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
+Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
+Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
+The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
+And which motel which lake they found her in,
+And how they attacked the victim,
+Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
+Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none,
+So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes It must be the ganja
+It's the marijuana
+That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
+Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
+Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like
+Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light
+Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
+Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
+Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
+Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
+He can give her some, she can give him some
+Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
+You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
+Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
+Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
+Titanium brain that's full of, surprises
+When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
+You stare into your stereos eyes
+Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing,
+I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drink anything It must be the ganja
+It's the marijuana
+That's creeping upon me while I'm so high
+Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
+Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack
+Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
+I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
+That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-hag
+Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
+Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
+Got 'em still on the fence ready to pick it
+But quick get impaled when I tell 'em stick it
+So sick I'm looking pale, well that's my pigment
+'Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
+Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch!
+The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
+And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
+Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (Go berzerk) all night long
+Grow your beard out, just weird out and (Go berzerk) all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
+So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
+So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
+Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
+Life's too short to not go for broke
+So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) shake your body Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
+Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced
+So I guess it ain't
+That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
+Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
+So if love is a chess game, check mate
+But girl your body's banging, jump me in, gang bang bang
+Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
+So come get on this Kid's rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
+P-p-p pow-pow chicka-chicka wow-wow
+Catch a cab, I wanna go down b-b-bow, bow
+Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel tow
+Dumb it down, I don't know how (Huh-huh) how-how
+At least I know that I don't know
+Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
+Hope so, now ho Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (Go berserk) all night long
+Grow your beard out, just weird out and (Go berserk) all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
+So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
+So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
+Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
+Life's too short to not go for broke
+So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) get your vials They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam
+All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
+With the ugly Kardashian
+Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low
+Bars hard, drugs hard thought that's the past
+But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
+And girl I ain't got no money to borrow
+But I am tryin' to find a way to get you alone, car note!
+Oh, Marshall Mathers shouldn't everybody know
+Get the bar soap lathered, kangols and Carhartt, these Cargos
+Girl you're fixin' to get your heart broke, don't be absurd man
+You bird brained baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman
+Unless you're a swallow
+Word, w-word man you heard, but don't be discouraged girl
+This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (Go berzerk) all night long
+Grow your beard out, just weird out and (Go berzerk) all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
+So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
+So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
+Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
+Life's too short to not go for broke
+So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) get your vials We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
+So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
+So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
+Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
+Life's too short to not go for broke
+So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) get your vials Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
+I owe you for this one I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
+You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
+It feels like my flows been hot for so long
+If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so wrong Innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
+Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from nine eleven
+The lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined
+Shit I ain't even gotta try to shine
+God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
+I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
+Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
+50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
+Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll quote it
+When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
+I grew up without my pops should that make me bitter?
+I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitter?
+In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel
+Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
+If I get shot today my phone will stop ringing again
+These industry niggaz ain't friends, they know how to pretend Patiently waiting to make it through all the hating
+Debating whether or not you could even weather the storm.
+Just lay on the table they operating to save you
+Its like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets face it, shit basically
+They just playing sick, they ain't shit They ain't saying shit, spray 'em Fifty
+A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
+And turn this day into fucking mayhem you staying with me?
+Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
+When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
+You get the message am I getting through to you?
+You know whats coming you motherfuckers don't even know do you?
+Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got?
+You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
+The Juggernauts of this rap shit like it or not
+Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
+You put your life in this, nothing like surviving the shot
+Y'all know what time it is as soon as Fifty signs on this dot
+Shit what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot
+Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
+Some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
+Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
+There's nothing spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
+You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
+It feels like my flows been hot for so long
+If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so wrong I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
+You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
+It feels like my flows been hot for so long
+If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so wrong The guns spark when the shots go off
+Its fifty, they say its Fifty
+See a nigga laid out with his fucking top blown off
+Its fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
+And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
+Cause I'll break your face, have your ass running
+Mumbling to the Jake, you going against me dog you making a mistake
+Ill split you have you looking like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers
+I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
+The way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
+Your bitch, a regular bitch, you calling her wifey
+I fucked her, I feed her fast food, you keeping her icy
+I'm down to sell records but not my soul
+Snoop said this in 94' "We don't love them hoes"
+I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
+See the twenty's spinning looking mean on the six
+Niggas wearing flags, 'cause the colors match they clothes
+They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holes (motherfucker). I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
+You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
+It feels like my flows been hot for so long
+If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so wrong I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
+You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
+It feels like my flows been hot for so long
+If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so wrong Its fifty Shady! Yeah
+Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
+We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't know
+Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
+We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know Now homie I say I run (it run) it 'cause I'm in control
+Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
+I have you feelin' aight, I get you high as a kite
+Party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight
+I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin'
+Either I'm bobbin' my head or I'm just standin' there watchin'
+I'm a hustler, I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
+And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade
+Nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe I said it
+'cause I want you triddip, yeah I be on that shiddit
+You should see when I'm stuntin' I flash the stones that be wantin'
+Push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that I'm holdin'
+I'm just doin' my thang, you know The Units the game
+I got my grimy Shady with me
+You front you'll have to get me off your ass
+I pay the lawsuit and laugh, it's not a big deal
+It's nuttin' but some cash You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know When me and Fif' got together to do this music then move it
+We became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
+It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is su nemisis
+The same for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images
+But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out
+When it's beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out
+If there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it
+It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it
+We should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
+And wear it like a badge with honour, pass it around and share it
+And let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current beef on their shoulders
+And their soldiers got their backs till it's over
+But tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
+We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
+So it's Shady After-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass
+Come hizzon what kinda fizz-uckin' position is that You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
+Slumped over bleedin', JFK
+HK to your chest plate
+Cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way?
+Forever I'm a be a Shady 7-4 Gangster
+Plus I survived everything you got in that chamber
+I thrived off of danger, jumpin' in all beef
+You keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me Enough holdin' back the steam, Em let off a magazine
+Dappadon Cappa-queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
+Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
+Tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I'm a fuckin'' G
+I'm a hold a 'matic, when I'm at it, start static and you splattered
+Shit shattered, I'm a walkin' bitch magnet
+Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
+And I'm always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know
+I tear the club up fo' sho
+This flow is gon' bring more dough
+You do know but actin' like you don't know You know what this is
+Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath,
+Lloyd Banks, Cashis, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50,
+It's a movement, you can't stop it
+Talk of Tony Yayo, go [Chorus] can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
+i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
+can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
+i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
+and it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
+but those days are gone they're just memories
+and it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
+but those days are gone [EMINEM] Alright,
+lets pretend, marshall mathers never picked up a pen
+lets pretend, things woulda been no different
+pretend he procrastinated and had no motivation
+pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin
+they could blow away with the wind
+marshall youre never gonna make it
+makes no sense to play the game
+there aint no way that you'll win
+pretend he'd just stay outside all day
+and play with his friends
+pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
+and it wasnt time to move and schools werent changing again
+he wasnt socially akward and just strange as a kid
+he had a father and his mother wasnt crazy as shit
+and he never dreamed he could rip stadiums
+and just lazy as shit
+fuck a talent show in the gymnasium, bitch
+you wont amount to shit, quit day dreaming, kid
+you need to get your cranium checked
+you're thinking like an alien, it just aint realistic
+now pretend things just make him angry with this shit
+and there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed
+and his alarm went off to wake him but he didnt make it to the rap olympics
+left to his plane and he missed it
+he's gonna have a hard time explaining to hailey and lainey
+these food stamps and this weak shit
+cause he never risked shit, he hoped and he wished it
+but it didnt fall on his lap so he aint even here
+he pretends that .. [Chorus] can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
+i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
+can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
+i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now Aw look at daddy's baby girl
+That's daddy baby
+Little sleepy head
+Yesterday I changed your diaper
+Wiped you and powdered you.
+How did you get so big?
+Can't believe it now you're two
+Baby you're so precious
+Daddy's so proud of you
+Sit down bitch
+If you move again I'll beat the shit out of you (Okay)
+Don't make me wake this baby
+She don't need to see what I'm about to do
+Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
+How could you?
+Just leave me and love him out the blue
+Oh, what's a matter Kim?
+Am I too loud for you?
+Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
+At first, I'm like all right
+You want to throw me out? that's fine!
+But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?
+This couch, this T-V, this whole house is mine!
+How could you let him sleep in our bed?
+Look at Kim
+Look at your husband now! (No!)
+I said look at him!
+He ain't so hot now is he?
+Little punk!
+(Why are you doing this?)
+Shut the fuck up!
+(You're drunk! you're never going to get away at this!)
+You think I give a fuck!
+Come on we're going for a ride bitch
+(No!)
+Sit up front
+(Well I can't just leave 'ey alone, what if she wakes up?)
+We'll be right back
+Well I will you'll be in the trunk So long, bitch you did me so wrong
+I don't want to go on
+Living in this world without you So long, bitch you did me so wrong
+I don't want to go on
+Living in this world without you You really fucked me Kim
+You really did a number on me
+Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
+But we was kids then Kim, I was only eighteen
+That was years ago
+I thought we wiped the slate clean
+That's fucked up!
+(I love you!)
+Oh God my brain is racing
+(I love you!)
+What are you doing?
+Change the station I hate this song!
+Does this look like a big joke?
+(No!)
+There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
+In your living room, ha-ha
+What you think I'm kiddin' you?
+You loved him didn't you?
+(No!)
+Bullshit you bitch don't fucking lie to me
+What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?
+Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me
+Kim, Kim!
+Why don't you like me?
+You think I'm ugly don't you
+(It's not that!)
+No you think I'm ugly
+(Baby)
+Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me
+I hate you! I hate you!
+I swear to god I hate you
+Oh my God I love you
+How the fuck could you do this to me?
+(Sorry!)
+How the fuck could you do this to me? So long, bitch you did me so wrong
+I don't want to go on
+Living in this world without you So long, bitch you did me so wrong
+I don't want to go on
+Living in this world without you Come on get out
+(I can't I'm scared)
+I said get out bitch!
+(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
+(Please I love you, look we can just take Hallie and leave)
+Fuck you, you did this to us
+You did it, it's your fault
+Oh my God I'm crackin' up
+Get a grip Marshall
+Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
+And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
+That was funny wasn't it?
+(Yes!)
+That was funny wasn't it?
+(Yes!)
+See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
+You and your husband have a fight
+One of you tries to grab a knife
+And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced
+(No!)
+And while this is goin' on
+His son just woke up and he just walks in
+She panics and he gets his throat cut
+(Oh my God!)
+So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
+So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
+I should have known better when you started to act weird
+We could've, hey! where you going? get back here!
+You can't run from me Kim
+It's just us, nobody else!
+You're only making this harder on yourself
+Ha! ha! got you!
+(Ah!)
+Ha! go ahead yell!
+Here I'll scream with you!
+Ah somebody help!
+Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
+Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin' to you
+You were supposed to love me
+Now bleed! bitch bleed!
+Bleed! bitch bleed! bleed! So long, bitch you did me so wrong
+I don't want to go on
+Living in this world without you On the first page of our story
+The future seemed so bright
+Then this thing turned out so evil
+I don't know why I'm still surprised
+Even angels have their wicked schemes
+And you take that to new extremes
+But you'll always be my hero
+Even though you've lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's all right because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+Oh, I love the way you lie Now there's gravel in our voices
+Glass is shattered from the fight
+In this tug of war you'll always win
+Even when I'm right
+'Cause you feed me fables from your hand
+With violent words and empty threats
+And it's sick that all these battles
+Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's all right because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+Oh, I love the way you lie So maybe I'm a masochist
+I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
+'Til the walls are going up
+In smoke with all our memories This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
+Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
+Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
+That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me
+Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
+Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
+Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
+Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
+Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
+Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
+Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
+That we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
+Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills
+You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting?
+I may have hit you three times, I'm starting to lose count
+But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
+Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counseling
+This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
+Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
+'Cause with you I'm in my fucking mind, without you, I'm out it Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
+But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
+Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
+But that's all right because I love the way you lie
+I love the way you lie
+Oh, I love the way you lie
+Love the way you lie I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
+So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me
+Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
+It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
+So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed
+In no particular direction
+Just sprays and sprays
+And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays
+'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days
+Who woulda thought
+Standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide
+Reachin' for a t-shirt to wear
+That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
+How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
+I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office
+Cause Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems
+And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government
+I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on White America!
+I could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get
+White America!
+I Could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself
+If they were brown
+Shady lose
+Shady sits on the shelf
+But Shady's cute
+Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
+Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby)
+Look at myself!
+Let's do the math
+If I was black I woulda sold half
+I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
+But I can rap so fuck school
+I'm too cool to go back
+Gimme the mic
+Show me where the fuckin' studios at
+When I was underground
+No one gave a fuck I was white
+No labels wanted to sign me
+Almost gave up, I was like "Fuck it"
+Until I met Dre
+The only one who looked past
+Gave me a chance
+And I lit a fire up under his ass
+Helped him get back to the top
+Every fan black that I got
+Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that hes got
+Like damn we just swapped
+Sittin' back look at this shit wow
+I'm like "My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now?" White America!
+I could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get
+White America!
+I Could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
+Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
+Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
+'Til I created so much muthafuckin' turbulence
+Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came
+And kids flipped
+When they knew I was produced by Dre
+That's all it took
+And they were instantly hooked right in
+And they connected wit' me too because I looked like them
+That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
+Searchin' wit' a fine toothed comb
+It's like this rope waitin' to choke
+Tightenin' around my throat
+Watchin' me while I write this like
+"I dont like this, no!"
+All I hear is
+Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
+Sponsors workin' round the clock
+To try to stop my concerts early
+Surely hip hop is never a problem
+In Harlem only in Boston
+After it bothered ya fathers
+Of daughters startin' to blossom
+Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists
+When they raggin'
+Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch and say fagot
+Shit,
+Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal
+A poster child
+The muthafuckin' spokesman now for White America!
+I could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get
+White America!
+I Could be one of your kids
+White America!
+Little Eric looks just like this
+White America!
+Erica loves my shit
+I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get So to the parents of America
+I am the derringer aimed at little Erica
+To attack her character
+The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
+Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
+And piss on the lawns of the White House
+To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
+To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
+Fuck you Ms. Cheney
+Fuck you tipper Gore
+Fuck you with the free-ness of speech this
+Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
+Fuck you! Ha ha ha! I'm just playin' America, you know I love you A lot of people ask me
+Am I afraid of death
+Hell yeah I'm afraid of death
+I don't want to die yet
+A lot of people think that I worship the devil
+That I do all types of retarded shit
+Look, I can't change the way I think
+And I can't change the way I am
+But if I offended you? Good
+'Cause I still don't give a fuck Zoning off one joint
+Stop in a limo, hop in the window
+Shopping the demo with gun point
+A lyricist without a clue
+What year is this?
+Fuck a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
+Live in the muck, never giving a fuck
+Give me the keys I'm drunk, and I never driven a truck
+But I smoke dope in a cab
+I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
+Come back the next week and re-open your scab
+A killer instinct runs in the blood
+Emptying full clips and bury your guns in the mud
+I've calmed down now
+I was heavy once into drugs
+I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
+My brains gone, my souls warm, my spirit is torn
+The rest of my body is still being operated on
+I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writing this rhyme
+'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck by lightning this time To all the weed that I've smoked
+Yo! this blunt's for you
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To all the friends I used to have
+Yo! I miss my past
+But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
+To all the drugs that I've done
+Yo, I'm still goin' do
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To every time I reminisce
+Yo! I miss my past
+But I still don't give a fuck y'all can kiss my ass! I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
+And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
+I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles
+And pull you apart from both angles
+I want to crush your skull till your brains leaks out of your veins
+And bust open like broken water mains
+So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb
+'Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm
+I got your girl in my arm
+And I'm armed with a firearm
+So big my entire arm is a giant fire bomb
+Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron on
+And the pants to match (Here mommer try 'em on)
+I get a master chick with a mouth full of adjectives
+A brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives (Shittin' on rappers)
+'Causing hospital accidents
+God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again To all the weed that I've smoked
+Yo! this blunt's for you
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To all the friends I used to have
+Yo! I miss my past
+But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
+To all the drugs that I've done
+Yo, I'm still goin' do
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To every time I reminisce
+Yo! I miss my past
+But I still don't give a fuck y'all can kiss my ass! I wanted a album so rugged nobody could touch it
+Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit!)
+Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt
+I can't rap anymore I just murdered the alphabet
+Drug sickness got me doing some bug switches
+I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
+I don't rap to get the woman fuck bitches
+Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
+Never ran with a click, I'm a posse
+Kamikaze strapping a mother fucking bomb across me
+From the second I was born my momma lost me
+And I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
+I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place
+My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
+Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage?
+Fuck I was born during a earthquake To all the weed that I've smoked
+Yo! this blunt's for you
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To all the friends I used to have
+Yo! I miss my past
+But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
+To all the drugs that I've done
+Yo, I'm still goin' do
+To all the people I've offended
+Yeah fuck you to
+To every time I reminisce
+I miss my past
+But I still don't give a fuck y'all can kiss my ass! Sometimes I just feel like, quittin' I still might
+Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
+Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life
+Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
+And show these people what my level of skill's like
+But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
+Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
+Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
+Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
+Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
+And I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
+I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
+Just been stripped, I have just been vicked
+So I must then get, off the bus then split
+Man fuck this shit; yo, I'm goin' the fuck home
+World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'mma make a new plan
+Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
+Time to really just take matters into my own hands
+Once I'm over these tracks man I'mma never look back
+(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
+Ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm makin' my own
+Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
+The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
+To the same plant, and the same pants
+Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
+And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
+Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
+Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
+And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
+While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
+Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
+Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
+But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad!
+Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
+It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
+Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
+The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best
+And I try, sit alone and I cry
+Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
+That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' you God
+Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job
+Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
+Yo I'm tellin' you dawg I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow
+Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
+Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
+But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
+And I'mma be back for you, the second that I blow
+On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
+Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'mma make a new plan
+Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
+Time to really just take matters into my own hands
+Once I'm over these tracks man I'mma never look back
+(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
+Ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm makin' my own
+Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
+Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
+To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
+It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
+Of authenticity, you'd never even see
+But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
+You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
+Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
+But yet I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time
+Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
+Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline
+But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
+Who must I show, to bust my flow
+Where must I go, who must I know
+Or am I just another crab in the bucket
+Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit foot so fuck it
+Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
+I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with
+I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
+At the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
+And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road
+Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
+My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
+Is pity from no one, the city is no fun
+There is no sun, and it's so dark
+Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
+From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
+It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
+Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
+What I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
+I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
+Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
+But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
+Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
+Ain't no fallin' no next time I meet a new girl
+I can no longer play stupid or be immature
+I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
+Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
+Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
+Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
+Time to show these free world leaders the 3 and a third
+I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
+Then I turn and cross over the median curb
+Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'mma make a new plan
+Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
+Time to really just take matters into my own hands
+Once I'm over these tracks man I'mma never look back
+(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
+Ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm makin' my own
+Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Intro- talking]
+{Eminem]
+Shady, Aftermath
+(BTOV) {nate dogg]
+aye bitch, hey! There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
+Bumpin and grindin that pole
+The way she's grindin that pole
+I think I'm losing control
+hey hey Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Creek [Bobby Creek]
+I'm on the patron
+In the end I'm gone
+My eyes ain't clear
+I'm gone
+So she hear me wrong
+I'm kinda in the zone
+Cause the DJ playin' my song
+Just another opportunity for sayin' I'm known
+I'm from Atlanta
+So southern ain't just part of my grammar
+I can up and cock the hammer
+For any nigga wid Hammer
+But I came here to get on goose and tropicana
+Get loose put some more of my juice
+In your caboose
+Sippin everything from white grain
+To deuce juice
+With nothin' to gain
+But my grace and loose tooths
+Eminem came Obie stat and proof too
+Bobby creek is in the place
+The name is snoop too
+But they might been around
+My drinks is 10 around
+I can make her spin around
+If she keep her dinner down
+Simmer down
+We can hit the telly when the fun stops
+And I'll let you in ya work
+Come sip on my gum drops
+yeah
+[Nate Dogg]
+Three to the one from the one to the three
+I met a bad bitch last night in the D
+Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
+Conversation and Hennessey
+I've been to the muthafuckin mountain top
+Heard muthafuckers talk, seen 'em drop
+If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
+And when I bust yo ass I'm gonna continue to rock
+Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
+It's real easy just follow the beat
+Don't let that fine girl pass you by
+Look real close cause strobe lights lie
+We bout to have a party (turn the music up)
+Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
+I'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
+Wanna get it poppin baby step right up
+Some girls they act retarded
+Some girls are bout it bout it
+I'm lookin for a girl
+That will do whatever the fuck
+I say everyday she be givin it up [Nate Dogg- Chorus]
+Shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me
+Ohh girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me [Eminem]
+O' Trice! [Obie Trice]
+One slug
+Couldn't snuff young 'cause
+Goodness gracious
+Haters stay on his nuts
+One just like a hood rat chick who was curious
+Serious
+Full breast, ready to touch
+Who's that in the cool blue back
+With a blue new rag
+Givin' head while he poppin' the clutch
+Its true that I had a few
+Obie rollin' with brews
+aint that annual annually knockin' the boots
+It's on manual
+The way I knock em outta they shoes
+Talk a little shit
+Then they anus'll ooze
+Talk a little spit on my ding-a-lang
+Who
+It's shady
+You know the name of the crew
+You know the aim is to bang you
+In the mansion
+With a magnum
+With a night came to the matinee
+mad as ??
+Obie
+Came to party
+You better ask somebody [Nate Dogg- Chorus]
+Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me
+Ohh girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shake that ass for me
+Come on girl, shake that ass for me,
+Shaddy I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head
+My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
+'Til one night he snuck in and said
+We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed
+Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead?
+After I fuck you in the butt, get some head
+Bust a nut, get some rest
+The next day my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid!
+The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed
+He just hung himself in the bedroom he's dead"
+"Debbie don't let that fucker get you upset
+Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
+I bet you he's fakin' it, I bet you
+I bet he probably just want's to see how upset you would get
+I'll go handle this of course, unless you object"
+"Ahh go fuck his brains out, if any's left in his head" If you could count the skeletons in my closet
+Under my bed and up under my faucet
+Then you would know I've completely lost it
+Is he nuts? No! He's insane! If you could count the skeletons in my closet
+Under my bed and up under my faucet
+Then you would know I've completely lost it
+Is he nuts? No! He's insane! "Did you get him?" Naaw, fucker tried to bite my face off
+I just got fuckin' chased off with a chainsaw
+Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin' blades off
+Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot
+Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop
+Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong
+Then he played ping pong with his own ding dong
+That motherfucker's got nuts like King Kong
+Then he set the lawn mower out on the dang lawn
+And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on
+Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off
+Everything, except his tank top and his training bra
+Ain't he raw? Yeah mainiac, that's Shady dog
+Man that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he dog
+Shady dog, what be going through that fuckin' brain of yours
+Say no more, what the fuck you waitin' for, sing along If you could count the skeletons in my closet
+Under my bed and up under my faucet
+Then you would know I've completely lost it
+Is he nuts? No! He's insane! Don't you know what felch means? Yeah, well then tell me
+Would you rather get felched or do the felching
+Fuck him in the ass, suck the cum out while you're belching
+Burp, belch, then go back for a second helping
+Can you dig what I'm sayin' man, can you smell me?
+I want you to feel me like my step father felt me
+Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while he's yelping
+"Shady what the fuck you saying?" I don't know help me!
+What the fuck's happening, I think I'm fucking melting
+"Marshall I just love you boy, I care about your well being"
+No Dad, I said no, I don't need no help peeing
+I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself see
+I only get naked when the baby sitter tells me
+She showed me a movie like "Nightmare on Elm Street"
+But it was X, and they called it "Pubic Hair on Chelsea"
+"Well this is called ass rape, and we're shooting the jail scene" If you could count the skeletons in my closet
+Under my bed and up under my faucet
+Then you would know I've completely lost it
+Is he nuts? No! He's insane! Got a shit-eatin' grin
+Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
+We're in Sin City
+Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
+Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
+I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
+The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
+And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
+You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
+Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
+It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night
+I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
+Hit the spot, spot my next victim
+I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
+Came to sip vodka, shit
+Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
+I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
+But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
+What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
+Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
+If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose
+You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
+Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
+Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
+Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
+My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
+And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
+So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
+Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
+If not then kick rocks in flip flops
+And I produced the track
+So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
+So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
+All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
+And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
+Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
+Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will
+They saying I must bring it as Mohammad
+Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
+And made me Robin Williams crazy
+Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
+Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
+I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
+Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
+But before I tie a rope around this nob
+If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
+Wait I just forgot what I was thinking
+What's it called again? I'm blanking
+The thing above the balls between my legs and I think
+I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
+Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
+Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me
+Come on kemosabe
+It's past time, like your favorite hobby
+Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
+then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
+Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
+That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
+Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis
+chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits
+And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
+at least that's what her train of thought is
+Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it
+quit it, and made up a plane of bonkers
+And I always end up giving these bitches some complex
+And I don't mean apartment
+So spread your feet apart
+And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits
+Now grab this Cuisinart
+And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
+And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch
+Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
+Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
+I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
+Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks
+To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick
+Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
+Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
+Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
+Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
+I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
+You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
+I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
+Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car
+And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit
+And I think with my dick so come blow my mind
+And it tastes like humble pie
+So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
+If I let you run alongside the Humvee
+Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
+So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
+You gon' blow that rape whistle on me
+(Squee!) I love it
+'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
+Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost
+'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here
+So let's go all the way dear
+Til we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
+Treat every women in my stable like flavors
+Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
+In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas
+We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers
+She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then
+I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving
+And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
+I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
+And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it
+Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
+With a about a million dollars with your mama
+And sat down did an ALS challenge, huh
+I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
+About to get my back tatted again
+About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
+Sitting on a bike in the sand
+If you ain't been through nothing
+Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
+If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
+Weed got her so chinky eyed
+Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan
+I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking
+Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can
+Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
+If this is my passion
+I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence
+The gift of my absence
+I don't know who you been listening to
+Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop
+Bitch, I don't give a two shits
+Bitch, get the fuck out of my face
+To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
+And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum
+Even though I have an affinity for witty banter
+Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
+Hold up, she misunderstood me
+I said saint, por favor
+Thought I said to wait, had four doors
+I knock a nigga face off
+Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
+I leave the club with my tab still open
+Won't even get a cab for you and your friend
+The only fear I have is of loathing
+And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas
+'Till we get to Las Vegas
+(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
+Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here
+So let's go all the way dear
+Til we get to Las Vegas Yo, I can't sing good
+I feel like singin'
+I wanna fuckin' sing
+'Cause I'm happy Yeah, I'm happy
+Ha Ha
+I got my baby back
+Yo, check it out Some days I sit, starin' out the window
+Watchin' this world pass me by
+Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
+I almost break down and cry
+Sometimes I think I'm crazy
+I'm crazy, oh so crazy
+Why am I here, am I just wastin' my time?
+But then I see my baby
+Suddenly I'm not crazy
+It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (Oh no) Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
+Everyone's leanin' on me
+'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
+But then she comes back to me My baby girl keeps gettin' older
+I watch her grow up with pride
+People make jokes, 'cuz they don't understand me
+They just don't see my real side
+I act like shit don't phase me
+Inside it drives me crazy
+My insecurities could eat me alive
+But then I see my baby
+Suddenly I'm not crazy
+It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (oh no) Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
+Everyone's leanin' on me
+'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
+But then she comes back to me Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
+If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father
+To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got 'er
+God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't abort
+Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
+That I'm a pistol-packin' drug-addict who bags on his mama
+But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
+'Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul
+And just know that I grow cold of the older I grow
+This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harda to hold
+And this load is like the weight of the world
+And I think my neck is breakin'
+Should I just give up
+Or try to live up to these expectations?
+Now look
+I love my daughter more than life n' itself But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
+But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
+So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
+But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted
+So here's what I'm facin', 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
+I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
+I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman
+Man, I should of seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in?
+Would of ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was fuckin'
+But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
+I got my baby, maybe the only lady that I adore, Hailie
+So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
+Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
+And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
+It's like the greatest gift you can get
+The weight has been lifted
+And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
+Everyone's leanin' on me
+'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's her soldier
+Nothin' can take her from me Woo!
+I told you I can't sing
+Oh well, I tried
+Hailie, remember when I said If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
+Well guess what, daddy's here
+And I ain't goin' nowhere baby
+I love you I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder
+Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
+It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
+Eighty degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
+And you can't see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
+'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism The devil ain't on the level same as him
+Just someone who rebels in straight masochism
+And imagine him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
+So bad they should put his a** in prison
+I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
+Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
+Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
+To shop at K-mart and it became art
+And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are
+To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
+At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart
+In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
+You think you saw this basket first?
+Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
+Illest s*** you could think I would say
+Mind's like a pile of clay
+When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
+With a gaping hole in it
+Whip out, whip down Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
+Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
+And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates
+So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
+But I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
+And this ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
+Being gay little faggot but by the way
+Plus it's getting darker by the day
+I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay It's a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
+Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
+Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
+I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
+$11.99 so come on and pile a plate
+I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
+With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
+In the meantime it's always mean time I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell I've been a career a**hole
+I don't see why these people always got my back
+I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
+But I was put here not by accident
+I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
+Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
+And I'm coming to get that quarter back
+Like Ndamukong the drama can build
+Your mama can ask me for my autograph
+That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
+But I sure would fall for that
+You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
+When I get on the mic I'm a snap
+Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital
+When I overdosed would have caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach pass it
+Indigestion my suggestions's Kaopectate
+If it feels like I'm running away with the game
+Its 'cause I am don't speculate spectate
+All I got is dick for days and insults for decades
+But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
+Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
+But I'm leaving on this jet plane
+You ain't fly, you're an airhead
+I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
+But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
+'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
+Other words don't try to put the heart in a headcase 'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
+I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down
+No wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane
+Someone help me I think my face is melting
+If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
+This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
+If you read my mind you can see my pain
+And you could see why I'd be this way
+Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
+Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my game 'Cause I'm about, like a f***in' echo
+Psycho on a cycle
+If I hear Iko
+I'm out of control like no
+Other mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
+Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye close
+'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
+Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
+I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
+And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
+It's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways
+I'm loading up and I'm taking names
+I want to dig my way to hell
+I want to dig my way to hell Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty
+Thank you, God
+S***.
+It's a girl
+I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
+And gay into the A.M
+And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
+But f*** it, suck from the tucket
+Life's too short to not stroke your bone
+So everybody, everybody
+Circle jerk, touch my body Who is that? Where are you going? Mm come back
+Why does everyone always leave me?
+Hello? F*** you then
+Blow it out your a** As I fall deeper into a manic state
+I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits
+Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
+I seem to gravitate to the bottle of Nighquil then I salivate
+Start off with the Nighquil like I think I'll just have a taste
+Couple sips of that then I gradually graduate
+Too a harder prescription drug called Valium like ya that's great
+I go to take just one and I end up like having eight
+Now I need something in my stomach cause I haven't ate
+Maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak
+And you'd think with all I have at stake
+Look at my daughters face
+Mommy somethings is wrong with dad I think
+He's acting weird again he's really beginning to scare me
+Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
+And all he does is eat Dorritos and Cheetos
+And he just fell asleep in his car eating Three Musketeers in the rear seat Sometimes I feel so alone,
+I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before,
+So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me,
+Soon as I go home and close the door,
+Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
+But I can't and I won't say I tried but I know that's a lie cause I don't
+And why I just don't know Maybe just a nice cold brew what's a beer
+That's the devil in my ear I been sober a f***in' year
+And that f***er still talks to me he is all I can f***in' hear
+Marshall come on we'll watch the game it's the Cowboys and Buccaneers
+And maybe if I just drink half I'll be halfed buzzed for half of the time
+Who's that mastermind behind that little line
+With that kind of rational man I got half a mind
+Too have another half of gla** of wine sound asinine
+Ya I know
+But I never had no problem with alcohol
+Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch I'm about to fall
+I missed the couch and down I go looking like a bouncing ball
+S*** must have knocked me out cause I ain't feel the ground at all
+Wow what the f*** happened last night where am I
+Man f*** am I hungover and god damn I got a head ache
+S*** half a Vicodin why can't I?
+"All systems ready for take off please stand by" Sometimes I feel so alone,
+I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before,
+So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me,
+Soon as I go home and close the door,
+Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
+But I can't and I won't say I tried but I know that's a lie cause I don't
+And why I just don't know So I take a Vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh
+A couple weeks go by it ain't even like I'm getting high
+Now I need it just not to feel sick ya I'm getting by
+Wouldn't even be taking this s*** if Deshaun didn't die
+Oh ya there's an excuse you lose proof so you use
+There's new rules it's cool if it's helpin' you to get through
+It's twelve noon ain't no harm in self inducing a snooze
+What else is new f*** it what would Elvis do in your shoes
+Now here I am three months later full blown relapse
+Just get high until the kids get home from two homes relax
+And since I'm convinced that I'm insomniac
+I need these pills to be able to sleep so I take three naps
+Just to be able to function throughout the day let's see
+That's an Ambian each nap how many Valium, three
+And that will average out to about one good hours sleep
+Ok so now you see the reason how come he
+Has taken four years just too put out an album B
+See me and you we almost had the same outcome Heath
+Cause that Christmas you know the Nomonia thing
+It was bologna was it the Methadone ya think
+Or the Hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos
+Your vcr tape cases with you Ambian CR great places to hide ain't it
+So you can lie to Hailie I'm going beddy bye Whitney baby good night Elaina
+Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in ambulance
+They said they found me on the bathroom floor Sometimes I feel so alone,
+I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before,
+So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me,
+Soon as I go home and close the door,
+Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
+But I can't and I won't say I tried but I know that's a lie cause I don't
+And why I just don't know Yeah,
+Ha ha, you feel that baby?
+Yeah, I feel it too.
+Damn.
+You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together
+See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was am I?
+Ha ha I'm the American dream! I'm the definition of white trash balling,
+I'm right back on 'em, with the
+I can't call it
+Same shit, different toilet, oh you got a nice ass darlin'!
+Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin
+What you mean we ain't fuckin', you take me for a friend?
+Let me tell you the whole story of Shady's origin
+You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again!
+Now, it all started with my father
+I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama
+I'm a rolling stone just like him, word to Johnny Drama
+Keep my entourage with me, baby I'll make a promise
+There ain't nobody as bomb as me
+I'm as calm as the breeze, I'm the bees knees, his legs and his arms I'm a
+S-superstar, girl, I'm ready for you mama!
+Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas? I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuevo, first I kiss your navel
+Work my way down, baby you can lay down on the table
+But you may wanna find something more stable
+I told you I ain't fooling from the gate, this ain't the first day of April!
+But thank you for staying April, I'm a make you learn
+To appreciate me, differentiate me
+From these phoney, little fishy and sissy fake G's
+Skip over the huggy-bear and all the kissy face, please
+Initiate phase three! Missy now service me
+Take another shot of Jagger, shake it so nervously
+Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby!
+Ooh you're doing that even better than your mom lady!
+I told you I'm Shady, you didn't listen now, did you?
+Relax woman, you know that I'm only kidding with you
+Got a twisted sense of humor, it's warped, but I didn't hit you
+I think you're finally starting to get the picture, I'm I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so!
+Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so!
+I can hold you in the morning
+But in the evening I gotta go,
+Cause I'm on to the next girl,
+And the next girl I kinda like, oh, oh, oh! I got you caught up in the rapture
+Make you recapture the feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped ya
+You never wanted someone so bad ya sweating
+But if I'm what you wanted, why'd you panic when I grabbed ya?
+Girl don't be so frantic I'm just a hopeless romantic
+Don't try to fight the feeling of something that's organic
+You can't ignore it, so don't just stand before it
+Just drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin'
+Damn shorty, I told you this was bound to happen
+Soon as you wrote your number on a napkin I was bound to work a number on your back and
+Throw your spine out of alignment
+My love has got you so blinded you couldn't pick Amy Winehouse out of a lineup
+So stop with the snoring, pick your pint up
+Let's get the pineapple schnapps going, no one'll knock cause I'm a hang a sign up
+Saying "Don't Disturb", shorty I'm so superb
+I say the right things, don't I spit the dopest words? I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so!
+Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so!
+I can hold you in the morning
+But in the evening I gotta go,
+Cause I'm on to the next girl,
+And the next girl I kinda like, oh, oh, oh! I'm so bad
+I'm so good that I'm so bad
+I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
+Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
+And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I told y'all mothafuckas I was comin' back
+What now nigga what now what
+You's the projects nigga [Chorus]
+One shot two shot three shot four shots
+All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
+Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
+Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin' shots off You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club
+And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
+(Nigga what about your wife)
+Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life
+Oh shit the shoot is comin'
+Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin'
+People shot all over the floor
+And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door
+That's the sound of the glock
+Even D-J House fucked around and go shot
+I done messed around and forgot my tec
+I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex
+(Kuniva you aight)
+These niggas is trippin'
+(Where's Bizarre at?)
+I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
+Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
+Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'
+This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
+Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
+But its real and cats is gettin' killed
+So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
+And she got hit now she yellin'
+(Don't leave me!)
+I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
+I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
+I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late [Chorus] (Nigga I been tryna call you all day motherfucker where you at?)
+I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that
+Damn somebody hit me from the back
+(With they car?)
+With a gat nigga and my tire is flat
+And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes
+(Is you hit?)
+I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
+It was a black Mitsubishi
+(Shit that's the clique we beefin' wit I swear)
+Man and I was on my way there
+Believe me I'm leavin' a carcus today
+I'm a park my car and walk the rest of the way
+I'm in the mood to strut, my A-K ain't even tuck
+I'm a meet you at the club we goin' fuck these hoes up [Chorus] I never seen no shit like this is my life before
+People will still camp out from the night before
+Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
+Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
+The fire marshals no, the venue's too small
+People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans
+And some come walk from out the parkin' lot
+Get into an argument over a parkin' spot
+He's about to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
+Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
+In St. Andrew's hall not a stray slidin' all over the place
+Sprays one bitch in the face another one of 'em came through the wall
+Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off
+I'm posted up by the bar havin' a Mozeltoff
+Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
+Thank god I'm alive I gotta find Denaun
+And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him
+Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
+Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was
+I never saw him run so fast in my life
+Look at him haulin' ass I think he left his wife
+There she is on the ground bein' trampled
+I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can't pull her
+God damn there just went another damn bullet I'm hit
+My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin
+If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
+Follow Bizarre's path and ran through it
+And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
+Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
+But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
+But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth [Chorus] It's Friday night came to this bitch right
+Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
+I ain't come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight
+Although I can't stay here to fight 'cause I'm poppin' niggas tonight
+That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
+Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
+Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucker
+Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this motherfucker
+So one shot for the money two's to stop the show
+Third's for the bartender there's plenty of shots to go
+(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
+He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus] I don't know dude
+I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
+And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me dude
+And they need to take it up with me after the show
+Because These chicks don't even know the name of my band
+But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
+'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
+All because I'm the lead singer of my band So I get off stage right and drop the mic
+Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
+"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady.
+I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
+They're all like "Oh my God it's him"
+"Becky oh my fuckin' God it's Eminem"
+"I swear to fuckin' God dude you fuckin' rock"
+"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
+And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
+Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
+All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
+Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage
+So like every single night they pick a fight with me
+But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
+Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
+Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
+Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
+'Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
+This rock star shit, it's the life for me
+And all the other guys just despise me because These chicks don't even know the name of my band
+But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
+'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
+All because I'm the lead singer of my band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+Roxanne
+My band
+My band You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
+Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools
+Smash these vocals and do a performance
+But we in the van and he in a tour bus
+You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
+And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
+What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
+'Cause my shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
+See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
+All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
+So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
+Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
+Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
+Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
+No I had an interview not you two
+You gonna be late for soundcheck
+Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
+But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
+You know what man I'ma say somethin
+Hey yo Em
+You got somethin' to say?!
+Man no
+I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
+Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
+And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
+When I was bout to talk right after you
+I swear, I swear man These chicks don't even know the name of my band
+But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
+'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
+All because I'm the lead singer of my band They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
+Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
+I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
+I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
+Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
+Every time I hear (Hey dude I love your band)
+We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
+So why he get 90 and we only get ten percent
+And these guys they can find every area code Bitch carry your own
+Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
+(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!) Goddammit I'm sick of this group
+Time for me to go solo and make some loot
+I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
+Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
+Lose Yourself video I was in the back
+Superman video I was in the back
+Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
+Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
+Like who's D12, how we get started
+(What about Eminem?)
+Bitch are you retarded?
+Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
+Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)
+50 told me to do situps to get buff
+I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
+Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
+I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
+And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name These chicks don't even know the name of my band(ha ha)
+But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands(Fuck Marshall)
+Cuz once I blow I know that I'll be the man
+All because I'm the lead singer of my band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band
+My band The hottest boy band in the world
+D12!
+I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their
+Underpants
+And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
+Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance
+My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa
+My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
+Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
+And take off their underpants
+My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
+And take off their underpants, my salsa
+(Where'd everybody go?) This is survival of the fittest
+This is do or die
+This is the winner takes it all so take it all Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
+I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
+From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
+It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fuck an acronym
+Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
+With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
+It ain't over 'til I say it's over, enough when I say enough
+Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
+I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
+When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it
+Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
+Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
+Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
+I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt! This is survival of the fittest
+This is do or die
+This is the winner takes it all so take it all I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
+I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
+And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
+To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
+They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
+I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
+Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust so,
+Floor's open if you'd like to discuss
+Top 5 in this mu'fucka' and if I don't make the cut
+What, like I give a fuck, I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
+To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
+Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping em up
+And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
+And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
+Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
+With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
+'Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
+I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
+'Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
+Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
+Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
+Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it slut
+It's survival of what? This is survival of the fittest
+This is do or die
+This is the winner takes it all so take it all
+So take it all So get your ideas, stack your ammo
+But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
+This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
+Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
+Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't de-fuse the wick
+I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
+Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
+It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
+But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
+'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
+So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
+So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es
+'Cause you'll never take my pride from me
+It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screw-drive-rs
+But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve
+'Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
+And if you don't like me then fuck you!
+Self es-teem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof 'cause trust me
+My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
+I can see why the fuck I disgust you
+I must be a-llergic to failure 'cause every ime I come close to it
+I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve! This is survival of the fittest
+This is do or die
+This is the winner takes it all so take it all
+So it take it all Only reason I dissed you in the first place
+Was because you denied seeing me
+Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax
+In fact grab a six pack
+Kick back while I kick facts
+Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back
+Wanna hear something wick-wack?
+I got the same exact tat
+That's on Nick's back I'm obsessed now
+Oh gee, is that supposed to be me
+In the video with the goatee?
+Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
+Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out You made to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick
+When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
+How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
+Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out You probably think cuz it's been so long
+If i had something on you I woulda did it by now
+Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session
+Down and sending it to mastering to make it loud Enough dirt on you to murder you
+This is what the fuck I do
+Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
+However you prefer to do
+And that goes for Nick too
+Faggot, you think I'm scared of you? You gonna ruin my career, you better get one
+Like I'mma sit and fight with you over some slut, bitch-cunt
+That made me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
+And only spread her legs to let me hit once Yeah, what you gonna say? I'm lucky?
+Tell the public that I was so ugly
+That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me?
+Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
+In the second week we were dry humping
+That's gotta count for something Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
+How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
+And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
+And said I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs curling? Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassing me
+I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true
+As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you
+I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued I was gonna stop at 16, that was 32
+This is 34 bars, we ain't even a third of the way through
+Damn Slim, Mariah played you. Mariah who?
+Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I meant a liar too Like I've been goin' off on you all this time for no reason
+Girl you out ya alcholic mind
+Check ya wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
+Like I fuckin' sit around and think about you all the time I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
+But fuck it now I'm bout to draw the line
+And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
+I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs
+If I hear another word so don't go opening your jibs
+'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of fibs
+I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is It's a warning shot before I blow up your whole spot
+Call my bluff and I'll release every fucking thing I got
+Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
+When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same slot Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I love you
+I love you too
+Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo
+Now what you say?
+It's nothing
+Yeah, so what I'll do
+Is refresh your memory when you said, "I want you" Now should I keep going, or should we call truce?
+You think you cute, right?
+You bet your sweet ass I do
+I'm Mary Poppins, B
+And I'm Superman, mmm
+Mary P., Slim Shady
+Comin' at you So if you'll still be my baby girl
+Then I'll still be your superhero
+Oh my, Em
+Yeah, I'm right here
+You like this
+Nope, not anymore dear It cuts like a knife when I tell you get a life
+But I'm movin' on with mine
+Nick, is that your wife?
+Well tell her to shut her mouth, then I'll leave her alone
+If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma just keep goin'
+Damn I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape"
+Knife! Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
+You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em? No favors
+Clique too big, bread? Gotta break it
+Cause these others low key with the snaking faking
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em?
+No favors, no favors
+What I need? No favors
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em? No favors I'm about getting the job done, boy up every night
+I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
+I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
+I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
+Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
+In front of cameras too (brrr)
+Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
+I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still standing too"
+Thought I had the Midas touch
+And then I went platinum too
+Mother fuck all your comparisons
+I've been talking to God like that's my therapist
+I'm African-American in America
+I ain't inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
+So He must be hearing shit
+Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib
+The D to Flint who get sick with lead
+Others get the hit with the laugh
+From where they need a handout
+But they tell you put hands up
+Only deals I have is from the Sam's Club
+Now it's blue blood in my veins
+So you know where I came from
+Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
+In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
+Get ahead by any means so the head's what I aim for
+When my grandma died, I realized I got an angel
+Show me everything's a blessing depending on the angles
+Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
+That's my new lifetime policy
+Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship
+How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging
+The pictures we been painting, my nigga
+Connected to a higher power
+How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
+Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
+Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
+Never stopping like we hypnotized
+Watch what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T.
+While we alive when we die, we gon' be the gods Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
+You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em? No favors
+Clique too big, bread? gotta break it
+'Cause these others low key with the snaking faking
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em?
+No favors, no favors If she was flavor I won't savor
+No taste buds, hoe later
+Fuck you looking at, hater?
+I saw them eyes like an ass raper
+Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
+I'll be the last face you see before you pass
+When you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper
+So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is reversing
+I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
+Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
+Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
+They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
+Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
+A piece furniture, egg beater, thermos
+It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe worthy
+But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
+Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
+State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks
+Brady's returning, matter fact I may be deserving
+Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots jersey
+Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
+Like a fucking Terrier hittin' it
+Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
+Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking mouth
+Like a missile, a thunder cloud
+100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun will sound
+And you'll get a round like Digital Underground
+And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
+With a lamp post, door handle shutter
+A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
+Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap, butter
+A banjo and manhole cover
+Hand over the mouth and nose smother
+Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
+The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
+Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
+That's for Sandra Bland ho and Philando
+Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
+I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
+Your man don't want it, Drumpf's a bitch
+I'll make his whole brand go under (yeah)
+And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
+Speeding, I'm bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
+Females stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
+And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is pointless
+Like feeding Michel'le helium
+Leaving them pale faced medium sized welt
+Straight treating 'em like a cell mate
+See me I'm climbing hell's gate
+Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
+Meaning someone else's help ain't needed
+Cause I'ma— Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
+You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from em, no favors
+Clique too big, bread? gotta break it
+'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em?
+No favors, no favors
+What I need? No favors
+Everything lined up for the taking
+And what I need from 'em? no favors (I know you feeling yourself right now
+But I'm not sure she's the one
+I would call them in) - "Hey, I'm outside"
+What are you doing here? Here to stay
+Even when I'm gone
+When I close my eyes
+Through the passage of time
+Kings never die I can hear the drummer drumming
+And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming
+But I'm running from it to be standing at the summit
+And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was, was it
+Too good to be true?
+Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again
+Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause if not, where the hell did it go?
+'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
+Even if it means I'm selling my soul, just to be the undisputed again
+Do whatever I gotta do just to win
+'Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head
+Crown around it, thorns on it
+Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't
+Think I'd be back, did ya?
+How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underdog
+But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is something I never bow-wow'd at
+I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate
+But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt
+Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
+Only time I ever been out and about is
+Driving around town with my fucking whereabouts in a doubt
+'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter
+Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up
+Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong
+But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
+'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
+'Cause someone told me that
+(Kings never die)
+Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir
+You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep
+Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer
+Wouldn't even take shit into consideration
+Obliterate anyone in the way
+I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to
+Show out on a track with me but it'd actually
+Have to be a fucking blowout to get me to retire
+Tell these new artists that kings never die
+I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page
+Did it just say I've been upstaged?
+Why am I online? It's driving me crazy
+I'm riding shotgun tryna get a gauge
+On what's hot, but I'm not gonna' conform
+But as days pass in this shit
+And opinions sway, I can hear them say
+If I stay passionate maybe I can stay Jay miraculous
+Comeback as if I went away
+But detractors just say (so much) for the Renegade
+Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
+Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
+(Some want a champion to fall I still wonder why I laugh at 'em
+'Cause why care when I'm awesome?)
+Fuck what these cynics say
+(Just goes to show that when my back's against the wall
+And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm posted up)
+With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office
+On the floor stacked against the door
+Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?
+'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
+And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
+If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
+And I'm not gonna be Here to stay
+Even when I'm gone
+When I close my eyes
+Through the passage of time
+Kings never die I want it, I'm coming to get it
+So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd
+Critics'll end up in critical
+Think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked then
+And I ain't stopping 'till I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne
+Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
+Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard I broke my collarbone
+(And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving)
+Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
+Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, 'cause (They say kings never die
+Just ask Jam Master Jay, they
+Just grow wings and they fly, so
+Hands up, reach for the sky
+Try to hold up and prolong these moments
+'Cause in a blink of an eye
+They'll be over) Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur and ensure
+Nobody's ever gonna be what you were
+So before you're leaving this Earth
+You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk
+Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
+Plus I'm thinking that they're mistaking my kindness for weakness
+Kill 'em with meanness
+I went from powdered milk and Farina
+To flipping burgers on the grill for some peanuts
+From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers
+I made it to the silver screen where Rocky's still what the theme is
+Khalil on the beat 'cause making the beat ain't the same
+Feeling to me as killing the beat is
+So fulfilling to me is what filling a seat is
+That sound, vomit, thirst and how common underground commons eat
+Outsider stomach growl, throbbing hunger
+Out-rhyming everyone, God just give me one shot
+I swear that I won't let you down
+I'ma be around forever, entertain even in the ground
+You ain't never ever gonna hear me say I ain't Here to stay
+Even when I'm gone
+When I close my eyes
+Through the passage of time
+Kings never die I am not Jasmine, I'm Aladdin
+So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
+See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
+I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
+Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
+So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
+Yeah, I said it, has-been
+Hang it up, flat screen
+(Haha) Plasma
+Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
+I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
+I got bars, sentencin'
+I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
+And I'll kick that hoe, punt
+Forced trauma, blunt
+You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front
+You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it
+Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
+You lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
+I am a movie, camera block
+You outta work, I know it's tough
+But enough is enough Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I ain't into S and M, but my whip's off the chain
+A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
+Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
+An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame
+You don't like it then peel off, bitch
+Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off,
+and I still wouldn't fuck you, slut
+So wipe the smile on your grill off,
+I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off
+Get the wheels turnin', spin, and wheel off
+Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
+Quit hollerin' 'Why, God?'
+He ain't got shit to do with it
+Bygones'll never be bygones,
+so won't be finished swallowin' my wad
+I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra
+Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch
+Life's hard, I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad
+With fake tits and a bad dye job
+Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad
+So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
+And caught her stealin' my music,
+so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
+Set up the camera and pissed twice on her
+Look, two pees and a tripod!
+The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod?
+Kick it back in its face, my God
+It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
+But don't ask why, bitch (Ask why not) The wo-world is my punchin' bag and
+If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots
+Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
+Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
+Like a, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon
+You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end
+I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic (I-I-I-I-Is)
+Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
+Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
+Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho
+Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow
+(Ni-ni-ni) "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"
+Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
+Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot
+Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top
+I-I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
+I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
+Overseas, church, Vatican
+You at a stand, still, mannequin
+You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
+I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
+And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
+Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite
+I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi's
+Raggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highs
+I call the play, now do you see why?
+These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
+(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli
+These bitches callin' me (Manning, Eli) A-a-a-a-all you lil' fagots can suck it
+No homo', but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets
+And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
+Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep actin' as if
+You have the same passion that I have
+Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass
+You ass dicks had gastric bypass
+Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass
+And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!)
+Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony
+'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
+You know what time it is, so why ask?
+When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash
+It's (high class) meets (white trash) Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
+Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman!
+Roman!
+Stop it, stop it!
+You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad!
+You and this boy Slim Shady!
+What's goin' on?
+They'll lock you away!
+They'll put you in a jail cell!
+I promise!
+Take your mother's warning, Roman
+Please!
+Back to bed!
+Run along!
+Let's go!
+Come on!
+Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
+(Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys) 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 he hated me
+But then I got a little bit older
+And I realized, she was the crazy one
+But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
+'Cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
+They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
+Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
+Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
+These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin'
+Thinkin' I'm sayin' the shit
+Cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
+Put your hands down bitch, I ain't goin' shoot you
+I'm a pull you to this bullet, and put it through you
+Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
+Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
+"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
+Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
+You god damn right bitch, and now it's too late
+I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
+I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
+Vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, Vrinn!
+Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
+Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
+Blood, guts, guns, cuts
+Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to fuck with me
+Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
+Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
+We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'm a be another rapper dead
+For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't a said
+But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
+Bitches too! You ain't nothin' but a girl to me
+I said you don't, want to fuck with Shady (cause why?)
+'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you (ah-ha ha)
+I said you don't, want to fuck with Shady (why?)
+'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you Bitch I'm a kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm a conceal you
+In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
+Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
+I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
+It ain't acid rap, I just rap on acid
+Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
+Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
+Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
+Eminem offend? No! Eminem insult
+And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
+To do it again, then, if he does it again
+You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth Bitch I'm a kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
+I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
+A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
+In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
+Serial killer hidin' murder material
+In a cereal box on top of your stereo
+Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
+Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to fuck with me
+Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
+Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
+We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
+Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
+And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
+This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece!
+Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
+Fuck shots! I hope the weed will outweigh these drinks
+Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
+Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
+Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
+From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
+From principal to the student body and counselor
+From in-school to before school to out of school
+I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs
+Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
+Okay, I'm ready to go play
+I go the machete from O.J.
+I'm ready to make everyone's throat ache
+You faggots keep eggin' me on
+Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop?
+Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
+I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
+You hear me? Answer me! Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to fuck with me
+Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
+Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
+We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef Ha ha ha, I'm just playin' ladies
+You know, I love you