inhumanity Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted Used the rub her belly Begging us to breathe if she love us Now mamma sits quiet Sipping peppermint schnapps Turned the house
I place my glock inside my waist And Keep a thug face Even on a good day I gotta stay strapped Living in my hood, hey Nigga spray caps Everybody wanna
underground when you're six feet deep And major labels profit off of that, but then there's freak ("It's Esoteric"), ("Rest in peace") And now everybody
just because." Then they started to take back their clothes, Hang 'em on the line. It was January the thirtieth And everybody was feelin' fine. The next day everybody
tha niggaz that pack the heat and the sack of weed straight out of control Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters and tha po-po as well Figure (?) everybody
white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they
me [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody
cash blind us Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless Snakes slither in the grass spineless Chorus: repeat 2X That's Rock Bottom When this life makes you mad
Place Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood) And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closed Into My House Then You Know What
O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's Mad
to the wall mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll [Jadakiss] I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers that run in your house
rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint