a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it's dark The sun go down, the tool start to spark Outline in chalk
loved at the same time 'cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me 'Cause your chin-chalked talk I can
loved at the same time 'cause Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause your chin-chalked talk I can
[Verse 1 - Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it 'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don't give a shit about lyrics All they wanna
Love me like a brotherTreat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you could be the cash I'll
fool would steal your love like that he wasn't what he seemed, he schemed and lied from the start but baby don't you chalk it up, you've gotta give
gun, should I buck 'em on down Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta
these trees was just a big bag of seeds, these niggaz done got me for my money, I done spent a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I gotta chalk
's still the same, now Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk And fall in the nighttime Gotta get
four-five I'm posted with that Fire, fire, baby, that fire, fire, baby That fire, fire, baby, that fire, fire, baby I ain't even gotta tell y'all niggaz
nigga wid yo tech nine? Nigga disrespect mine How will you lose the chalk? For marrow rip through thine spine If you wanna listen to what I say Hey, gotta
hurt ya Serve and murda all bustas now Hard times, gotta grind, get mine Even if it means pap, that's ya life And a nigga gotta die by the sword The
Fuck you be done Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do My nigga just do what ya gotta do Even if you gotta spark a few Just rob a few jack move
haters Fuck you be done, Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do My nigga just do what ya gotta do Even if you gotta spark a few Just rob a few jack
ya come Really don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse 1: Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' 'em up, outta line, with yo' innocent, gotta
's lost and it turned out Ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul 'cause we all gotta struggle or strive And that'
Know you like a brother Treat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you be the cash I'll be the