I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost
Lynch Hung he got the hacksaw cuz he love to hack meat. Heat it, eat it, n' leave it I'm even leavin' em bleedin' and feedin' em and I'mma keep it that
Leave him in the darn Nigga dis god If you starve Gotta deal with my mom Nigga bawl If you hard Cause finish the dime is my motto And um It's get to
niggaz wouldn'ta took it, I wanted things My momma couldn't afford, and that's crazy 'Cause as a little shorty it made me even want it more But now
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it
I have a job to do It's strange to find my work Should lead me here to you Chris knows all about you I have shown him all this But I think that it
scared now nigga finish it 'cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control now you want no part of it Nigga where your heart at? Tell me what you made of Already lost
t bout it It's an uptown thing and we bout it Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga It's a third
. It's your boy, Bumble." So Adeline, that mom divine Took in her Bumble valentine And kissed him nine times over nine Which isn't bad . . . In fact, it
switch it up, then I know he's gonna fail And if he does switch it up, then I just hope it don't sell Hell, he's super boring, he has no swagger He's
be a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now
saying you that you need a vacation I don't know why you let him do it (why you let him do it girl) But it seems you gettin use to it (yeah) You... don
one to be tellin it The ones sayin don't are the ones that's sellin it I can't cope in other words I can't feel it If crack was a monster, then I'd kill it
to see this shit? it's here nigga, it's here [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shot it (
That I did not start this, but I will finish it Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit That's it, that's what it
I see the fool is bettin, it's him So now we're toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye Will you survive? My crew will strive, we clever why We never die It's true we
Run it back, run it back, motherfucker..., run it back, Go and tell the whole world that their under an attack, No this isnt iraq this is more like i'
it down to this moment Cause : you want it you want it you got it you got it if you taste it if you need it if you waste it go chase it hammer and tongues