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Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks
spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe
the huddle they like, it's on you
Mmm, lucky me, pressure's what I eat
Ain't no roses at my feet, just the blood on the concrete, look
The mission is
never learn so homie just wait your turn
You fuckin' just with the villain, you'll get what you all deserve
My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Paid vacation, flew her out just to kick it with me
Yeah ight, bluefaces on my bitches titties
Like every time we pull up, wonder what we finna do
We
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
at least a
MOLLY
ISSA
She insecure bout what that future holds
See error signs down the road
But we used to those
2nd verse
This is all
Mind body soul
9
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
the songs
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old
my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running
Had to move the press
I was walking 'round with a plate like a Chinese buffet
Still
You're listening to Modern Talking,
and this is "Doctor for my heart"!
Babe, how can you mend a broken heart ?
Oh, you're tearing me apart
Thousand
And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great?
A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight
I'll probably live longer than you
tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors quit seeing us now we seek illegal buzz
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my
always win, you're gonna pay
Meet the price
Every line I write is meant to entice
But my mouth despite being cold as ice
Could also be classified
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
me (nothin')
It's smokers is where I live, not tryna take her home wit' me (home)
Hit the yard and spin, if I get in, I got that chrome wit' me (it's
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Canibitch, on some "Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first, man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
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It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose every time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
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