Lyrics:
your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same, just
a stage with Nickel Nine, and that's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy
'Cause I rap
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
sugarcoat bout how I'm feeling
I been chilling with some demons
Go and hit me on ya downtime, I'll leave open the door
I been floating on the cloud 9
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
on my own
Yeah I could do this by myself
And I said on the phone
That bitch I never want your help
So just leave me alone
Stop actin' like I never left
Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself
I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself
Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't
gets farther
Taught me to work harder I was taught that by my father
Shoulders got lil broader and I stood a little taller
Build to be a man so must
and all you hoes going love it
To be popping rubber bands off a wad
Dime piece in nothing but bobbysoxers
To see my product leave the shelves like a flea
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
by the second
And I recon Imma smash this
Goin' like the Flash
All you other man are trash
Only in it for the cash
Imma leave you in the ash
so I can rape the tenants daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace's is sick like malaria carriers
Jim
your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic
you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But
ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers
you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But
my racks up (Racks up)
Stacking my chips, we ain't taking no loss
Bullets are mad Tuff
Leave a hole in your chest and everything above (Bang Bang)
I
to finish school
Seen a N**** with a chopper die by a 22’
C.WeBMaTiC
But we can get ignorant
Shady like Eminem
In love wit’ da’ Benjamins
My N****, we
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
freestyle: epic, crazy numbers
Biggest freestyle of the year
We're about to go in
This time, nothing but Eminem beats
Understand what's about to go down:
longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo' money 2 fold
[Kurupt]
A G is a G which we
Game maker
I knock a white bitch and break her
[King T]
But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain
But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game
I
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Blocked all the exits—capture attention
I don't need to leave to come back with a vengeance
I drive fast in Los Angeles
I ball hard like March
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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