's, rare portraits Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And when I
Plus you lookin' good, that-that-that I can't perform right In a U.S. club, down the lot p-p-pourin' right Jamaica born, I don't mean to toot your horn
in his cane-bottomed chair Is the boss of the board, with eyes everywhere Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen Paying strict attention if it's
and she's gone to her mother's If it ain't one thing, it's another Light bill, phone bill, water and gas Pay day comes and it goes so fast There's no
horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks. Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain, And my darned old slicker's in the wagon
Like ta bump it Just as my car come around the last corner Gotta take it home Want nuttin' less than the the goal Get your roll on Show 'em what the low pro's
the rules Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise That's
next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigga one you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's
the next nigga gun If that's the case, then get a bigger one You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood That's a stereotype like everyone that's
for the Gs and soldiers Practicing my scare tactics Keeps MC's in yoga Just like I keep a bad bitch Between the sheets up on me Boss like Tony Montana
The Fresh Prince ] Liggedy-ladies and gentlemen, hello, and how are you doin all? Now there's a problem that we really have got to solve In our society there's
And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now [Hook] [Sean Paul] They know me from my Lac's and
(obie trice) if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't know me haha, sorry KIM (eminem's ex wife) Eminem: S-S-Shady Records, you better
THAT WAS THE WORST YOUR A FUCKING MORON HERE IS HOW THE SONG GOES Eminem: S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real... 'Yeah! Yeah! Shots
then get a bigga one You don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out the hood That's a stereotype like everybody that's black and jumped I'm in the white
[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] The sound of the horns says it's on We storm through