(I?ll be there) Whatever I have (I?ll be there) I?ll dry your eyes Whatever you want (I?ll be there) Whatever I have (I?ll be there) I?ll dry your eyes
your eyes whatever you think i will think whatever you say i will say whenever you cry i'll dry your eyes (repeat) i'll be there i'll be there (Thanks
Traduction: Rock Kills Kid. Be There.
dry your eyes whatever you think i will think whatever you say i will say whenever you cry i'll dry your eyes (repeat) i'll be there i'll be there (
on your list Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice Nigga trip And screw the style and so on, rock you softly How you gonna step to me
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress,
niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make
the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things you thought were tied can come straight undone how about some knocks on wood
, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top. [Chorus] [Eminem] I?m as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me, Killing
so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users
m in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs
you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind) Me and Busta Bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe) So you know that we be killing it fa' sho Time goes
big or small Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! [G-Rock:] Having dealings with skill My skill, never have to kill Fuck dead 'em in
populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
do what and which one, Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none, So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes It must be
It Hard To Believe Who To Pull Or Proceed To Be G's And Claim They Runnin Shit Nigga I Run Me As A Kid, Teacher Said I Had A Mouth On Me The Same
why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! {*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*} Kill Whitey! - Hahaha Kill Whitey! - Detroit!What?What? Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo Kill
