Well, here we are without a deck of cards. I tried so hard to disregard the questions, dodge the past, and make every moment last You're looking for
my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood
it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be
cotton ball I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls But nowadays you can't put it past 'em I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some
my word is born [Z-Ro] They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm But
representing and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood
my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and
ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red
19 five, what we pay Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood
Move up from the table Stick her arm let her go Dropped dime on me last time By morning his blood turned bold Runnin from the law since Monday 'Cause
over ?run em baka? They quick to go pop But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop We do it from the heart like blood Create rhymes like
were ever here at all? Well summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood
the police on my back I fled to New Orleans I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Sike! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
the penetration of a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood
not to bother with makin another bomb Cause I'm crushin the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm
