When I'm Gone, Just Carry On, Don't Mourn Rejoice Every Time You Hear The Sound Of My Voice Just Know That I'm Looking Down On You Smiling And I Didn'
hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!) And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!) And
better shit so they gimme better head. (say: "Whaaaat"!) You thinkin' about gettin' down [scream] with me yeah you better kid Where the fuck you gon' get a job you
chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose) All control (all control) I know you know (I know you know) You're so seductive you
revolver and a batman What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 3- 50 Cent] nigga you get it twisted, you
, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You
shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears This is me, who's got to be What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boopers see me on
Chorus: *Scratching*] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You
symbol. The platinum trio’s back on you hoes. Chorus : Eminem So crack a bottle, let your body waddle. Don’t act like a snobby model. You just hit the
you twice, then I won't be so nice If you keep comin' back, it only means you know you lost a fight They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit, cause they
life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night [Eminem] There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice 'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you
destroy, you payin attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic it's hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play you
gone you don't come back [Eminem] Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk
The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready
shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got
they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! [
gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie you ain't been through What I been through You not like me