real When it's our style you cop and steal You rob us , try it to our face Bring it on Mother Fucker , Your gonna regret it Your gonna regret Bring it
When it's our style you cop and steal You rob us , try it to our face Bring it on Mother Fucker , Your gonna regret it Your gonna regret Bring it
extorted But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
my pride but wisdom is bleak and thats a word from the wise served to survive, murder and bribed and when it got too heavy i put my burden aside.. [Chorus] [Eminem] it hurts
kick back like karate Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like Hook: Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) No gain with no pain (it gets
search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond The top gets
that you adore Well I got it, I got it I wonder if I'd be happy without it I doubt it I try not to really think about it I made it but I'm still playing
is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
*** wanna take it back Will you let me hit it from the back? When you come in the room and take it off I?ma have to break it off to a Old School track
make cash Certain man talk trash Act funny act flash Bring your bora, bring your mash Get banged, get bashed We don't care who they are, where they are If they wanna bring
a cipher, and they came to observe it I follow suit, and face it, embrace it Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because
So everybody move nobody get hurt Stomp. Clap. (Deadly) move. Back. Swollen members, so deadly Stomp. Clap. Move. Back. So deadly Stomp. Clap. Move. Back
the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
man gets his a closed mouth never got fed thats why im spittin now daddy, do it for the bread i do it for the love, i do it for the ?? matter fact i really
's hear 'em bring it back one time Here we go again, we can party until the sunshine I wanna party in the rain (Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
something to see Yeah, she's a nice girl But it's a young world And she lives her life so free And she sure gets through to me She brings her pad into
wanna see it anyways. I wanna know what my daughter's been stroking." Tracy: "Mom! Stop it!" Momma: "In fact, everybody, pull out your cock and balls and rub it
