hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
(You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred) (You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred (You) (you) (you) (you rappers can't be like Fred
just have one request, Have you ever been in heaven, Santa ? I bet you know God, as good as you are Could I just ride up to Jesus` house, Sir, if it
could wipe away the tears but you I love you too much [Chorus] I would, give my, life for you If you asked me too I would do, just anything for you And
when opportunity is start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin and bobbin
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
real education Before you're a color, first you're human Teaching humanity is what we're doing (Kid Capri) And just when you thought you knew everything
house-proud Nothing ever slows her down And a mess is not allowed Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Our house
the one [Part 6:] Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the
on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin
house, faggot nigga pimpin' him Thought he was a thug, look what the world did to him Everything's changing, everybody banging Every where you go in this
this song that I wrote for you? What I feel like...I wanna put my trusts in these simple words For you to feel what I'm saying, what you feel like? Reminisce
't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] Yeah [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady [Shady] Yeah [Missy] Won't you
fo Everything my brother got he used his nine for In time though as time grow will my mind blow? I dunno Hope in God got a good plan for me Hopefully
't blame me mayne, unless you going insane I say woah it aint my fault, you got caught And had to return, everything that you earned You hadda learn, you
who want some platinum and gold we smooth the rockiest road, and take a pump to you chumps and label all of my foes, as good as Willie lump, lumps you
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smokin lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the