makers You brain suckers You piece of shit Step back You born killers You death dealers Motherfucker You fuck my world, you fuck my brain Step back Wrong
Step back You born killers You death dealers Motherfucker You fuck my world, you fuck my brain Step back Wrong informers Corrupted leaders You piece of shit Step
up scratched my nuts Rolled a swisher on the shitter Got blow then I light me up a cigarette The coolest flow coolio a movie roll Now I'm tryna head up to the lab I headed
m a head busta I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned
they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the
the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz [Tupac] Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step
[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds
projects When the coke come back It's the China White And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy
50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step
') Seamus is the God-Awf, step to this kiddo My styles poisonous just like the Black Widow Ditto, facsimile your master copy Take you back to the lab
daughter A roof over her head, and fresh clean drinkin water And, I thank God for not being afraid to love So all the love I give, I get back major love
kill your unborn child His day is coming His day is coming A question burns Beneath the centuries of dirt That voice you've heard Well, every head's
news and watching biggest bugger Loose in the head, like fuck what the law says Might be the mental with the permanent wrinkle in my forehead Boys head
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle Stop them bustin high, bring the head back
that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Eminem] I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the
the circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse To burn the casket and
Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back
