Lyrics:
queen
Right around the way from me
Watering those ghetto trees
We be high just like them weeds
Might be ghetto but you queen to me
That's how it's
losses
We cracking them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; bitches is dead!
Infrared to your
know what about you?
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat"
I said that's what we're gonna do!
But first you gotta tell me
What it is
know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)
I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
DJ Whoo Kid. The Hood legend
Whoo!
Kid
Remix (Niggaz know)
Lloyd Banks! *echo*
[Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down,
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
lied to get my way out from here
I stole to keep my habits unhealthy
We were all oblivious to the inevitable
When it came some would never return
fold ya, lettin' me souls, gonna catch ya
Flossin' all tha way
Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicals unfold
It goes, around up in slow-mo
Been
how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice and crackles will be missin'
We an trippin, we act like fiends in a way
But not..quite
some danger
I be in the booth
I be making bangers alright
Staying away from the foolishness
I put my all in the music so this shit amusing
How easy we do
nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around, boy I hold it down
Im Still here
We still
a ride for days
no I don't miss and I sho' don't graze
Bring what you got and I bet it don't phase
I'm a trill ass nigga man it's in my ways
don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
It's the general homie that's commanding these invasions
My semi-automatic ravin'
Stay
playing violin on the crime scene
Crying on their love one's clothes
It was like a bad dream!
Tip toes in my broken homimes like Halloween
Run around, like
Aww hell, nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah, whatever
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
Without no white out
What kinda cleaning you gone do
You playing real dirty parts
It be these maids like you that throw my heart out
A clean up woman
(Clean
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
And we can't leave it up in the air
Woodrow Wilson waves his fourteen points around
And says "The time to act is now
Won't get this opportunity again"
my bandana
Audemar P. so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Fuck them girls together, make 'em
panoramic screen (panoramic screen)
All my diamonds (yeah), see-through, yeah they clean (and they clean)
We can switch it (yeah), rapper serve a fiend,
hate it
Yuh
I fuckin hate it
Dig my own grave
Jump right in
Bury myself
Come back out
Clear out the dirt
Clean me up
How many times
I gotta do this shit
my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It was my only wish to rise
up get dressed put on my tan butters
It been this way since Puma's and Super Man cover's
A ice pick could do your liver harm
And have you screamin in
it feeling like what the fuck man
But no one can do you like you can
[Chorus]
On the way to B I ain’t ‘bout to sit at A
I’m a be a filthy clean rich
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