we bomb on hate. Real life comin' at you. Real life shit can happen. Real life talking to you. Now holla at me. Chorus Part 1: Bizzy We've been willin
wish I'd been I'd like to introduce you My friend called Fred, you got one too He's the guy who tells you what to do He's the one who knows better than you
s better than beer" The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final And nobody gets a reprieve And everyway this title if you hang around You're going
You better back up... [Eminem] You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You
And you should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowin' you wack You act up and I'm throwin' you down a flight of steps Then I'm throwin' you back
be hosted And in the end you may win or be roasted But seeing that it's part of a game, you think if you hang Close to The One and you'll claim, but that
cooool man!" [intro] you try so hard, you jump so high, then you run so fast and you dont know why...you gotta try so hard, jump so high, and you run
slept when assassins crept through your villa Grab you up... ahhh! [buddha monk] Who's the killa? monk iodine You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you
fuckin I'm lookin for trees You're givin hand jobs by the blood bank for a nickel a piece I bring the jams, like knottsberry n' smuckers Mother fuckers better
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
, but he calls it defence But I ask you again who's it for? Do the starving millions who don't stand a chance Hope to benefit by his stupid war? Babies
them My vodka and snow is melting The alcohol isn't helping Sometimes you have to work on christmas, sometimes You have to work on christmas, sometimes You
You dec ide Yes You you you decide Whether or not you will return For if you come again You'd better bring your ball and chain Unguided embittered attraction
' good indeed Yo you ain't what I want, you somethin' that I need No frontin', I love the way you flick the hips And you makin' matters worst, the way you
talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Part
better than beer The judge is on vinyl decisions are final And nobody gets a reprieve And every wave is tidal if you hang around You're goin' to get
was trying to date you Love tops back and forth And ooh I used to hate you My name, your name, sitting in a tree Riding home on the school bus You
suedes from afar Pah But hold up, do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it
