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* M. Mathers, D. Houston, R. Johnson, O. Moore, V. Carlisle, D. Porter: These rappers are Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre, Proof, Kuniva, and Kon Artis. They
to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said
mes neuronnes Refrain (x2) Yvon Kreve, le son qui tue Fuck, faut que je sois gentil pour etre sur d'avoir vendu Je rappe premierement pour mes B-boys
Trying to love two women is like a ball and chain Trying to love two women is like a ball and chain Sometimes the pleasure ain't worth the strain It's
to fuck up my circuits 'Coz when I was two my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like bad boys, hermaphrodites
then I came to in the chillout tent They gave me oranges and cigarettes He was rough around the edges He'd been to school but never finished He'd been
't never say I paid her I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada [Hook: Magno] You
Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys
said this all would be funny When you got back home in a week Turn twenty two and we'd celebrate you In a bar or a tent by the creek Your baby would
' from cops Broke as a joke, no ends at all Can't play ball and my Timb's is small Can't buy trees with government cheese I'd rather be where it's breezy
my circuits 'Cause when I was two, my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old
That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow Grit Boys is goin rep fasho,
goin make it slow That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow Grit Boys
ped The kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin pockets, asap I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys