Lyrics:
and that's a fact and we still ridin' dirty pimpin'
[Chorus]
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin'
Trunk is popped up, screens fallin' from the sky
still standing
I'm still fighting
And this fire in my heart just got lighted
Now Ima show the world who I am (who I am)
I'm just tryna show the world who
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got pulled over by the cops last night
Whoah
Na una dey murder all the gaddam songs
All
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got my city on lock down
Cold
Got pulled over by the cops last night
Woah
Na una dey murder all the gaddam songs
All
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Grease got the work
But ain’t talking bout no labor
Middle fingers up to all you haters
All up in the Bool-Aid
living doublewide
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride
Fuckin sack to share, bringing flash and glare
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in
ahead by like ten or twenty years
That's 20 on the gears and me I got like uh 25 on the mic
You put 20 and I in your ears and that's like 25 to life
For we overcame by the blood of the lamb
And the word of our mouth
Yeah they're still sins
Behind the scenes that we can't talk About
He Gave Blood
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it,
noodles
In the eight by eight with a loser
Talkin' 'bout what he had and he
Got and he used to
Nigga, yeah right, lil' nigga, get right
Fuck whose big
fitted tims on the feet
Don't come up in the ring if you scared of the heat
Still the east coast general with Italy mob ties
Got enough soldiers to cover
Still today's music has become the Matrix
And the real rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got
name naming
I've living by the code
My finger on the stainless ready
To rock the roll
In case these niggas try to take me under
It's like a jungle
a girl to do
I still got growing to do
But I still got love for you
There's nothing you can do to change that
God picked me up right where you left me
minutes six Minutes six
Minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
"Just a feeling I've got like
Something is about to happen
But I don't know what if that means what
that nasty slut didn't let you fuck
But maybe you ain't ready for the skills she got
Non-stop, hit the cot, the bitch still be hot
She's workin
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
Ummm
This is the last joint
I hope you all enjoyed yourselves
New destination for jotting these sacred scriptures
Tormented by the ways that I was
off of my pen
So don't forget you still below me six feet under
And I don't got no time to waste on conversations
If I did then I would say leave me
(Ha Ha)
Aye
We still trippin
(Still trippin on them niggas nigga)
Still trippin off dat last drill
(Go get back for all yo boys)
Aye
Pass my woods
wanna hear your record
You know, we still like to come in your bus
Listen now, on the other side of the record,
Didn't you say that you got off bein'
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