All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks Grill in my bed and serve two steak and siemen And I
I hit, either the nine or the pound spits I even flipped on a mob I was down with So I'm packin a mac at night And blue and whites are everywhere in a
coming And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal
his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, my name is (What? Who?) My name is Slim Shady Hi, my name is, my name is (Huh? What?) My name is Slim
shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) [Swifty] I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about
a souveneir? I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the
Were gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) Swifty: I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I ain't talking
Yeah, this is just a story about love About life and about the true essence of people Boy meets girl, girl meets boy Her name Dana, his name Troy When
is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she
3 Fuck ? I'm in some new jeans and Gucci's Rockin' a District 81 tee I ain't sayin' I'm a ladies man All I'm sayin' is Nigga I don't want every lady
king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With C to blow, and purple
I still, I still, I still, I still I still, I still, I still, tote steel I still tote steel, I still tote steel I still, ha I still tote steel, give
heart's pride And you told me I would shine in time, never win, but you know Through you I spit and make the whole globe glow I zone on all the things
a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics
I should 'Cuz these rappers'll have your phone tap like Savion Glover And on the West the police corrupt, some are bloods But these Teflon I loaded explodin' some mugs I
Money is mandatory, my game is self explanatory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I'm into deep, all my peeps, bring them shovel
the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke Pain so deep I find it hard to cope Missin
game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is broke Pain so deep I find it hard to cope Missin' your smile and missing your style I figured I