it on a screaming Grab your wine, tell me where you been With the violin crime and the moon gettin' thin Grab your wine, take me where you been With the violin
'll come through the side 'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing
We'll come through the side 'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing
I don't ever wanna leave the game Without- at least saying goodbye So All my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Eminem
ll come through the side Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing
cannibalistic thing Feel this thing, shit, at night, you hear the bang bang Buckshot is just doin his thang thang You can see the glare as chains swing
roun de block me waan fi know wha you a seh Mi naah go deal wid it your way, wid all de Latin music a play Di dinin' and di violin and le le mi nah go
roun' de block me waan fi know wha you a seh Mi naah go deal wid it your way Wid all de latin music a play Di dinin' and di violin and le le Mi nah
Swing, like a chariot At the trumpet call When we're all unsaved, swing Like a wrecking ball Like the heart of god What a mystery Filled with the wedding
the side Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without atleast sayin good-bye So all my people on my left All my people on the right swing one last
faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, We leave you dead in ditches. Yo?in the Coupe Deville With the shiny rims, Playing these bitches like a violin
, y'all and bless the mic for the Gods Check out my melody Check out my melody Check out my melody Check out my melody The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing
is a tease You could rule my world baby if you please Skipping down the streets of Harlem I hear your sweet soul calling me If I could play the violin
Sunrise, I'm still dancing Girlfriend, she's my champion Swing low, pull me over Hey - be my savior Blood, Skin Show me the book Don't understand the
amount of pain If it could tell it's story What a Violin could sing That ol' swing That ol' porch swing That ol' swing That ol' porch swing...
this more serious than just a poem Rockin' party to party, backyard to yard Now tear it up, y'all and bless the mic for the Gods The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing
speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the man with the used smile spits on his fingertips. swinging
That's swing! Yes, sir! (Swingin' from the time of birth) Hip thing - gasser! (Swingin' fit t'shake the earth) My man! Benny! (Swing a man for all he'