do it like this, Timbaland Magoo Check it out [Magoo] Mag meetcha at, 7/11 a quarter to seven Buy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin this heaven My bastard
a goner You just a punk motherfucker, I'm vicious with it Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of motherfucking prison with it On swoll, my ambitions is
Jones:] I'm doing a buck on the loop, in the Porsche clean I'm trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thing But fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck
0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a
the walls fall down Love is automatic pleasure Virtual reality Terminal hate - it's a calculation Send in the child for connection Take a look at the
with a horsehead beside ya Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution
cops, Yall betta call the cops What im doin is murder, Yall betta call the cops Put me in a ferrari it betta be a drop And they said it was a crime to
And nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
ma get em, it aint over [Chorus - Obie Trice] You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue You pray
chuck! Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! [Verse 1 - Eminem] There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister
is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will
in this robbery I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin 'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think
whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about
up your kidneys Im so sincere you're sayin it hurts this year, its not a verse its a curse for birds an whats on your purse and over here this is obie
: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon
fury I locked away . This mechanic couldn't handle all this hatred in one place . Pilot on automatic. Nothing worse than a blind man's walk. A constant
dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static automatic pressure got to kill it give some act-rite juice so I could feel it ah, now everything is all