rip a rapper in two then im threw with ya a couple motha fuckas wanna hate cause im white but they never rocked a mic, a single day in their life on
get back Cause I'm full of that wack and I don't know how to act I got a contract for the mike's I break I got strikes under my belt for the lifes I
back Cause I'm full of that wack and I don't know how to act I got a contract for the mike's I break I got strikes under my belt for the lifes I take
baby bayonet's I'm a get rich or I'm a die trying That's why it's either kill or be killed So call me suicide homocide Ryan [Eminem:] There's a bomb
when it's pouring yeah I water proof rain, I can't feel pain, I train hard so I'm solid like a steel frame I'm tryna go from Foot Locker To the next Mr
DJ Hurricane... When Mike D's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. Adrock's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the
flipping, always illing, busting caps My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I
the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player
I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat not a visor - I drink
Nas is a narcissist, my pockets are rotund I?m no killa, but compared to you i?m more realer You aint a ?.., a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler,
Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill
are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no You
pockets are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso
this East/Side 80 Street Swans and I cry for this Cause I be lovin' my homies like a blood brother You better look out or die cause I'ma kill a motherfucker
a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with
re ready It's a clip to an Uzi that I insert And at the show I unload at the concert Yes, you just got tagged Rolled to the bodybag is like rollin up a zig-zag I
so many men So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair
