Lyrics:
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
still tryin[00:25.81]Man, these motherfuckers still tryin[00:28.16]Just God outside[00:29.68]COD sittin' courtside[00:31.69]I pull up from 40 with my
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
remember this all I dream shit
But I followed through I made this a reality
I had to do this, my ultimate fatality
Worried my album would flop, no sanity
the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya feel me?
Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full
the fam and the bloodline
Two times for the fans in the front line
Three times for my people in the faith
Who provided me a way an audience for me to crush
maille pour remplir ma poche
Du rentre dedans pour tremper ma piche
Non j'abuses, faut qu'j'abrège
À ma vingtième bougie, j'envoie l'album
Le morceau de
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
with the flow, speaking French
With no problem, dance to the drums
On my album, can you fathom?
Dating a guy like me
I’m pretty pretty and sexy sexy
with the flow, speaking French
With no problem, dance to the drums
On my album, can you fathom
Dating a guy like me?
I'm pretty pretty and sexy sexy
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing
I know some niggas totin' .40
near
Don't cross swords with me, I'll crush you
Don't get in my way.
Feel my fury invade your soul
Pay my tax now or lose your head
They don't call me
tell you nine tales
Or nine stories
Drinking forties on the ninth story
Or the thirteenth story
Or are you superstitious? The fourteenth story
Mitch
the
Never-before-released second verse of
Vincent's rap, written by Rod
Okay, tape's rolling any -anytime you want
Hi, this is Michael Jackson
This is Vincent Price michael
cheapo carnival[00:56.84]That I pass by every day on my way to school[01:04.02]Whaddya say[01:05.40]Whaddya say[01:10.40]We could go to Sound
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
back like we up by 40
Leave you on your back like you drank 4 40's
Leave you in the dust like I run a 4 40
Drown you in my flow like it rained for 40
Never coming back like the mail man missed you
Never coming back like we up by 40
Leave you on your back like you drank 4 40's
Leave you in the dust like
of my family mad
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular
Evicted from my
to drop an album to understand the thoughts on my train
Issac hayes minus the shades
Krs-one with three sixty waves
Kool G Rap with a fade
Malcom littles in
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
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